Sunday, August 31, 2008
I have also included another photograph of an inscription on the Hope Bell, which stands in the front yard cemetary of the church. It was a gift to the United States by Great Britain after September 11, 2001. In light of the pictures in the church, the stump with all of its scars, and the sheer weight of the place in which we stood this inscription spoke volumes that could not be verbalized and for much of our visit neither Josh nor I talked all that much.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Outside the stadium there were more vendors selling New York Yankees memorabilia than Orioles memorabilia! On top of that, by observing the masses moving into the stadium you could easily wager that nearly two thirds of the fans were wearing Yankees jerseys, hats, or other clothing! We were even more disheartened to find that when anything happened to go the way of the Yankees during the game, the stadium would erupt with cheers and excitement! Every single inning played host to a chant repeated over and over: "Lets go Yankees!" "Lets go Yankees!" This experience flew in the face of everything baseball is all about! Where was the home town pride? Where were the faithful fans decked out in their orange and black coming to cheer their team on, and heckle the highest paid team in baseball!? They didn't even sing the traditional seventh inning stretch song Take me out the Ball Game. This was probably because of the line: root root root for the home team, if they don't win its a shame. There was acutally a section of the team store dedicated to New York Yankee player Alex Rodriguez! AHHHH!!!! What a stupid idea!
All this is to say, that I was deeply saddened by the lack of enthusiasm for the home team, and I wondered how hard it must have been for the Oriole players to try to mount a worthwhile competition when the crowd would erupt with positive noise every time the opposing team got a hit or turned a double play. I just hope that somehow, some way Orioles fans band together to fight this injustice, and that everyone takes pride in the team they support, never giving in to the gilded and shallow pinstripes whose talent is simply bought and paid for every year and never won through hard work and a team mentality!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
The next leg of our Philadelphia journey took us to the area near South St. to two well known eateries across the street from one another. Ask any local and they will tell you, the only place to get real Philly Cheese Steak sandwiches is at either Geno's or Pat's. Legend has it that neither owner as set foot on the other's property. Aaron and I availed ourselves of the culinary masters and each sampled the cheese steaks. It was a delectable experience. Both were amazing! However, if we were forced to choose we had to lean ever so slightly toward Geno's. There was something about the meat that was just a little richer, just a little more tasty.
The final stop on our runaround tour of the "City of Brotherly Love" was the local major league baseball park. It is called Citizen's Bank Park and it is home to the Philadelphia Phillies baseball team. This was an unforgettable experience. The game was delayed from the beginning by rain, thunder, and lightning; however, after waiting for two hours the game began and the sun broke through the clouds! On the mound for the Phillies was former Seattle Mariner Jamie Moyer. The highlight of the game had to be our seats which were in center field just above the grass and right next to a TV camera man! Although in close second to the seats was Jamie Moyer's bunt for a triple in the third inning which was made possible by two Pittsburgh Pirate errors. Aaron and I went to a Mets game at Shea Stadium in New York and during the game there were at least 10 fights in the crowd that had to be broken up by security. I thought that was pretty bad; however, the fans in Philly proved to me that they could one up Mets fans. I kid you not there was not a single inning where the entire left field section chanted at, yelled at, and cajoled the left fielder for the Pirates. I was blown away at how crazy they were! They didn't cut this poor guy any slack, and to make matters worse he dropped a pop fly in the 6th inning and they let him have it twice as bad for the rest of the game!
All in all this was an awesome outing to the home of Will Smith and Rocky Balboa! If you are ever in Philly I recommend taking in the sites, the sounds, the tastes, and avoiding any confrontations with the athletic fans!