Balti-less? No sir. Balti-MORE.
Okay, that was lame. Sorry. It’s 3:09am, and I’m hyper. Too much sugar. It was healthy sugar, though. Lots of fruit. Blackberries, a peach, an orange, a banana. Vanilla yogurt. Granola. So I’m hyper. And psyched. About Baltimore. I’m leaving NYC at noon. Driving down with my girlfriend. The weather’s supposed to be perfect. And if last night’s attendance is any indication of what’s in store for today…all I can say is “heh heh.” There were only 17,781 fans at Camden Yards. It’s all about the weeknight games against crappy teams–in this case Tampa Bay–when there isn’t a promotion. Fireworks are a killer. Bobbleheads too. Used to be Beanie Babies. Hated those things. Why do people need to be bribed with trinkets to go see Major League Baseball? Anyway, my goal for today is to snag at least eight balls. EIGHT in honor of Cal Ripken, Jr. I’ll leave you with a link to the latest article about my baseball collection: Voila! And good night.