From Where I Sit: Feel the Orioles magic happen

By: Tom Rupp, Special to the Telegraph
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Two years ago we cancelled our cable and have only had the most basic television choices. At first it was a bit difficult weaning off of the many inane and time-wasting programs. Now the freedom from it all is refreshing. However, the past 48 hours I have watched more baseball on television than the entire past two years combined. All this thanks to the Baltimore Orioles. I used to be a true fan. As time, aging and losing seasons have piled up, I morphed into a follower more than a fanatic. Back in the day, back in Baltimore, I attended many games and followed box scores daily in the Baltimore Sun or News American. After the past 15 years of futility, the Orioles surprised pretty much everybody who follows baseball and ended up in the playoffs. On Friday I went to my friend Craig’s house and mooched off him in order to see the Birds beat Texas to get into the playoffs. Then on Sunday I mooched off of my friend Mark to see Game 1 against the Yankees. It wasn’t a good day for the Orange and Black (the two colors for the Orioles and San Francisco Giants). Both teams lost that day. I joked with Mark and told him maybe we could go out in the backyard between innings and play a little whiffleball. That’s the way we used to do it years ago when we were kids. Well, the weekend was fun while it lasted. My schedule will prevent me from seeing most of the other games, as many as the Orioles will qualify to play. That’s OK — it’s just a game, a diversion, entertainment. I have a life when the game is over. Whether “my” team wins or loses has no effect on anything else for me. Still, it was like old times, except now that the names are Wieters, Jones, Hardy and McLouth instead of Palmer, Robinson, Powell and Weaver. At the risk of sounding like an old man, those were the days. It’s been 29 years since the Orioles were champions. Other teams (such as the Cubs and Pirates) have gone even longer. Perhaps somewhere someone young is reading the box scores and thinking, “It doesn’t get any better than this.” Or maybe they are thinking it will last forever. It never does, does it? Enjoy life, and baseball, while you can. The season is almost over. Reach Tom Rupp at