Back home in Baltimore. Gorgeous evening. Over there, just beyond the bourbon, the Orioles are crushing the Tigers. I can hear the roar from Camden Yard, echoing across the water. The score is 12 to 3, and I’m pretty sure it’s gonna stay that way.
Hopefully, the Birds have saved a few runs for tomorrow, cause I just scored some tickets for the game. It’s true. I’ve been invited to sit in some above average seats with my Mom and Dad, and if all goes as planned, we’ll be enjoying the game as the camera unobtrusively finds us in the stands, and lingers long enough for the announcers to shamelessly plug “Somebody’s Gotta Do It,” which as you may have heard, premiers next Wednesday at 9 pm on CNN.
If history is any indicator, this Shameless Plug will occur somewhere between the 3rd and 5th inning, at the precise moment I scratch myself, pick my nose, or drop my beer, bringing great shame to my parents.
Feel free to watch.
TBS, noon ET.