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In general, when I am asked to decide whether I hate Yankees fans more or Red Sox fans more, the answer to the question is that the one in front of me right now is the one that I hate more. As the All-Walgreens company team makes its way to Camden Yards for the weekend, I am reminded that these bandwagoning transplants are up in this category. Perhaps it is a case where familiarity and proximity breed contempt.
There are actually people out there who watch this team, who appreciate the stylings of the MASN broadcast crew for the pharmacy. What a weird concept, right? It's like if someone tells you they like Nickelback, or Seether. The words, on their own, have meaning, but combined into a sentence, they make no sense whatsoever. How do they do it? We may never know.
Their ilk will likely wash over Camden Yards tonight, hopefully not in equal numbers to the Orioles fan contingent, but you never know. Many of that number are turncloaks who decided their hatred for Peter Angelos ran greater than anything, so they have instead hitched their wagons to the franchise that, on one hand, pleads poverty in court in the MASN case, while in the real world it signs Max Scherzer to a $210 million contract. It is also a franchise that built a mall instead of a baseball stadium, and tries to make up for this lack of atmosphere by manufacturing what it wishes was really Natitude.
Historically, the Orioles have dominated this matchup, just as, historically, Washington burned down while Baltimore beat back the British invaders. I think they wrote a song about it. Yet that history means little tonight, because it's up to the 2015 Orioles to do this dang thing. Chris Tillman is pitching, so don't get your hopes too high. It might happen, though.