Dear Mr. Angelos:

10/3/12 in MLB   |   maxnbuch   |   6 respect

First, a disclaimer: I wrote this back in March when my dad and I took a trip to Sarasota to see the Orioles in Spring Training. After watching the team lose to the Detroit Tigers in a lackluster performance, I retreated to my hotel as angry as I possibly could have been. I saw this team losing 100 games. I sat down, and as my father fell asleep, I experienced a Jerry Maguire-esque moment. All I could do was write. I wrote, and then wrote, and then wrote some more, although I consider this unfinished.Tonight, as the 93-win Orioles play the biggest game the franchise has seen this century, my writing seems especially ironic. Here is a look at what came of my writing. Might as well stick this one in the back pocket:

Dear Mr. Angelos:
First of all, this is not hate mail. I am simply writing to you as a concerned Orioles fan. It is not my intention to debase you or your actions in any way by writing this letter. I wish only to bring to your attention something that has affected my life greatly.
My father’s name is Ezra Buchdahl. He was born on November 10, 1965, and is currently 46 years old. He has attended thousands of Orioles games throughout the years. He sat rows behind Wild Bill Hagy in the heyday of “Orioles Magic.” He watched as Tippy Martinez picked off three runners in the same inning.  He was at Memorial Stadium for Game 1 of the 1983 World Series just months later. He cried from the upper deck while watching the final innings played in that same stadium. He was at Oriole Park at Camden Yards to watch Cal Ripken, Jr., tie and the next day break, Lou Gehrig’s consecutive games streak. In his lifetime, my dad has seen the Orioles win 8 American League East titles, 6 American League pennants, and 3 World Series championships. He has witnessed 3 different Orioles win the AL MVP Award. He has seen 4 Orioles win the AL Cy Young Award and 4 different Rookie of the Year Award winners. He has also seen 10 different Gold Glove winners, many of whom did so multiple times. Undoubtedly, my dad has seen some of the greatest moments in the history of this ball club.
Blog Photo - Dear Mr. Angelos:
My name is Max Buchdahl. I was born on March 20, 1996, and I am currently 16 years old. My family raised me to be the die-hard Orioles fan that I currently am. Over these past 16 years, I have attended hundreds of Orioles games, both at home and on the road. My dad took me to my first game when I was just three months old. At age five, I could name every player on the team and their number. I could name the numbers of past players, as well as their positions. I cried in my living room as my early childhood hero, Cal Ripken Jr., retired from the game he loved. I watched as young players like Luis Matos, Larry Bigbie, David Newhan, and Sidney Ponson failed to stay healthy and consistent.
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