We are in the belly of a dying beast in the bottom of the ocean. The sickness of the Baltimore Orioles has left us all gasping for air, praying for a return to the days of competitive play. An era that was over before I was even born. We have many young, talented players that might be able to be salvaged into serviceable every day Major Leaguers. But talent rarely delivers as expected in life, and has gotten us practically nowhere. So, in conjunction with our youth, we need an act of desperation. We need an un-winnable gamble to be attempted and won. With this, we'd restore faith in our franchise. This season has shown how luck kills hope. But luck is reciprocal, and I believe that some good luck is coming our way. I'm writing to begin momentum for the Orioles to begin the long process of gaining the ears of representatives for Japanese aces Yu Darvish and Hideaki Wakui. Similar to Matsuzaka, a sum has to be paid to even talk with these guys. And this sum cannot be paid until the season is up, and even then, it guarantees nothing. The Yankees and Red Sox (among others) are already camped out for tickets. But we've got what they don't (and the sentiment the Sox used to corral DiceK and Okajima), we have become the true underdog of baseball. And nothing garners romantic ideals more than underdogism. We have to sell them on becoming giant slayers. I'd file this idea under crazy, but hopefully, so crazy it just might work. Thoughts?