Despatches

There really is, in the end, much more that unites than divides us. Fenway franks, Esskay franks, Camden Yards, Fenway, Sam Adams, Natty Boh - all these differences fade in the face of the one thing we all have in common: a shared hatred of the Yankees.

Before the game yesterday Bunny, Snuggles and I attended the some sort of Opening Day block party across the street from Camden Yards. Though it was chilly there were plenty of people outside and enjoying the day, listening to some music and knocking back some beers, all decked out in their Orioles regalia. Bunny and Snuggles had Red Sox hats and I was wearing a Cubs hat (my Sox hat appears to have gone missing) nobody bothered us. Sure there was plenty of friendly kidding but no one was outright hostile. Baltimore is a very friendly place, and Orioles fans are very friendly as well.

Unless you're a Yankees fan. The sight of any sort of Yankees gear turns Orioles fans as means as a dog shitting tacks. It's quite amazing really, especially since it's the opposite of their usual demeanor.

I do, of course, have more stories to tell. When I return home on Thursday you shall all hear The Tale of The List: Being the Account of Another One of Bunny's Schemes Gone Awry. Until then let me ask you just one question...

Are those space pants you're wearing?


Cos your ass is out of this world.