June 27 - Day Off, Baltimore, MD

The floor was littered with slumbering punks, like a Max's Kansas Jonestown.  We thanked Jake and tip-toed into a sunny day off in Baltimore.  Scrapple, an accurately-named shingle of livery sausage, made its way into my body and bloodstream at Jimmy's Restaurant in Fells Point.

Homeless and aimless, we found Edgar Allen Poe's tomb, a record store, and a parking space by Camden Yards.

The Orioles game began at 7 but we got there at 6, just in time for The Washington Nationals' batting practice.  Greg and Mike got an umpire's eye on the starting pitcher's doomed form.

In Baltimore, "The Star-Spangled Banner" goes like this:

...gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.

O!  say, does that star-spangled banner...

In the top of the first inning the O's loaded the bases with no outs and then walked in 2 runs, prompting carnivorous boos and shouts of "Inexcusable!"  But they lethargically rallied to hit 3 home runs and win the game 5-3.

Wanting a drink for just a little less than $7 we found The Club Charles, a loungey hipster joint, just in time for the trapeze show.  Immediately followed a horn and drum combo playing minor chord waltzes.  I decided to drink Yuengling with Knob Creek so I could scarf down a bag of Utz chips with beef jerky later near Laurel, Maryland.