The anticipation's killing me. I'm about to burst.
You must be feeling the same way these days.
Major League Baseball trades, NBA deals, NFL camps, preseason college football polls, upcoming court cases ... there's nothing to do but look ahead.
Projection, anticipation, projection, anticipation.
So let's slow things down for a minute of reflection on some recent events.
Ed-die! Ed-die! Ed-die!
The Memorial Stadium chant mesmerized me as a 10-year-old boy making his first trip to a big-league game in the summer of 1982. It was like the very spirit of the city itself was being called upon from another world.
If there was ever any Oriole Magic, Eddie Murray personified it.
When No. 33 stepped to the plate, his puffy afro and sideburns bursting from the edges of his helmet, anything seemed possible.