Orioles, Orioles, Orioles. BYOC.
What a sniveling piece of work is Baltimore.
Check this out.
And grit your teeth. Because it looks like another BYOC. That’s right. Bring-your-own-cheese because it’s about to get whiny up in here. <-Did that sound as rapper as I intended?
I’m thinking Swiss. Or Muenster.
“In my position, you got to be the voice of reason,” he said diplomatically. “Emotions run high — mine, too. But there’s a time and a place for everything. I got one very biased opinion on everything, and it’s the Orioles angle.
I like blue cheese. Do you like blue cheese? It’s more than just a salad dressing, you know…
I had this white horseradish cheddar one time from Tillamook in Oregon. Dynamite.
I’m really picky about my pepper jack though, you know? I don’t like a lot of things in my cheese.
“I’m more the believer in old-school baseball,” Gregg said. “So every hitter, if they don’t like what’s going on, they have the right to come out there. I don’t condone it. I don’t want people to do it. But it’s what we do. If (hitters) don’t like what’s going on, come out. We’re all grown men, we can defend ourselves.”
I think I’ll have macaroni with mine tonight. How ’bout you?
God willing, there will be some live blogging in an hour… God willing.