Corresponding with my recent trip up to Aberdeen, Maryland, the most recent Real Men Don’t Wear Small update features Ripken Stadium, home of the Aberdeen IronBirds, the short-season A-ball developmental team of the Baltimore Orioles. Translation: a level below the minor leagues, for really, really young draftees and teenagers to get a taste of what professional baseball is like.
A visit into D.C. for Safeway’s Barbecue Battle turns into a celebration of smoky meat and other delicious barbecue, and then me asserting my dominance over the lesser beings of the food chain, by participating in a Man v. Food Nation eating competition of eating hot wings against the clock.
And then Huzzard and I travel up to Aberdeen, Maryland, to visit the home of the Ripken Family Baseball Academy, as well as the short-season Aberdeen IronBirds developmental Orioles team.
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A life with no traditions is a life without the little things to sometimes look forward to. For the last three years now, I have made it out to Baltimore at least once, in order to take advantage of the liberal beer availability with the company of various friends, just outsides of the confines of Camden Yards, which, despite my general disdain for the city of Baltimore, it actually is home to my favorite ballpark in Major League Baseball. Mostly thanks to Pickle’s.
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I don’t want to fly in and out of Washington DC again for a long time. Or anywhere else for that matter. I’m getting exasperated with the process these days.
Two more of the 30 Major League Baseball parks were visited in the most recent Real Men Don’t Wear Small update. The Kansas City Royals’ Kauffman Stadium, and St. Louis Cardinals’ Busch Stadium III were tackled in consecutive days, and as a bonus, double-duty was pulled after the Cardinals game, and a trip out to Sauget, Illinois, to see the independent Gateway Grizzlies at GCS Ballpark was made.
With Kansas City and St. Louis off the board, my current count is at 20 MLB parks visited, meaning only ten more to go.
My poor, neglected brog. Has it really been ten whole days since I updated you last? Wow. Ten days certainly feels like a lot of time, but I suppose really isn’t. Either way, it isn’t due to just neglect, but the simple fact that I have indeed been busy. That being said, part of recent activities has been the one of the many baseball trips I go on through the summer, as Huzzard and I invaded the state of Missouri, to hit up both the ballparks in Kansas City, and St. Louis, as well as an indy park in neighboring Illinois.
Along the way of baseball bliss are tons of barbecue and other food restaurants sampled and judged, scary, murder-ville, blood-stained sheets roach motel room, and some shitty midwest no-bust, 4.5 deck deep casinos that vacuum money. And then we spend an extra day out in St. Louis to eat more food and do more touristy shit, but all-in-all, it was a pretty fantastic trip.
Headlining this recent batch of photo dumping is the wedding of my big gay brother getting married in a sham of a wedding that to those who know him, will not fool anyone in thinking he is anything other than a magnificent homo. Other dumps are of my recent baseball trips to Lynchburg and Richmond, Virginia, that fewer people will care about, so clicking the image goes directly to the wedding album.
