Not Dunn celebrating

I'm waiting for the technician from Directv to arrive at my house and bring me back into the 21st century. I'm also waiting for Comcast to stop calling me like an ex-girlfriend. It's over. We'll always have our memories, but it's time to move on. I'll be joining's Steve Melewski again today for the pre- and post-game shows on 105.7 The Fan, which means I'll miss the festivities surrounding the 40th anniversary of the 1970 World Series championship. My view will be blocked by Eutaw St. Paul Blair was my favorite Oriole as a kid, and I'm glad that he's become involved with the organization again. I couldn't stand to see him wearing his Yankees cap at the gym. He'll always be an Oriole, and I'll always hear Chuck Thompson exclaiming "Blair's on his horse" whenever an opposing batter launched one to the deepest part of the ballpark. Thompson was telling his listeners that they could relax. If Blair was on his horse, he was catching that ball. Nothing got over his head. A good friend of mine, Chris Kaltenbach from The Sun, told me yesterday that Boog Powell was his favorite player growing up, he named his cat "Brooks," and he never was more nervous than when he met Frank Robinson. Understood. Going back to Melewski, he brought up an interesting stat in last night's post-game show. I didn't realize that the Nats' Adam Dunn was 1-for-30 with runners in scoring position and two outs before his two-run double last night in the fourth inning. That's hard to do when you have 17 homers and 41 RBIs coming into the game. The Orioles could use Dunn's bat in the middle of their lineup, and they had interest in signing him as a free agent if he agreed to serve as their designated hitter. He wanted to play the outfield, and that ended any serious talks. Dunn is a below-average first baseman with the Nats, and he reminded us in the ninth inning when he failed to block Cristian Guzman's low, wide throw to first. I wonder if he'd settle for a DH role this time? And finally, I ran into Jennifer Campitelli, the Orioles' event operations manager, on the elevator before last night's game (I didn't literally run into her, or we'd be exchanging insurance information.) She guaranteed that Garrett Atkins would hit a home run, and I promised to mention it in the blog if her prediction came true. As Scott Moore stepped to the plate in the eighth inning as a pinch-hitter for Atkins, she walked over to me in the press box and said, "If Moore homers, it still counts." I agreed, and she headed downstairs to the field level. You know what happened next. Moore hit a two-run shot onto the flagcourt in right, and Campitelli sprinted back upstairs like Flo-Jo, reaching me before my text message reached her. Classic.

Bring on the runs
A rare off night for Clippard

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