Reddit User Buys Chinese “Car Ripken” “Gooperstown” Jersey

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“My friend decided to buy a Orioles jersey that was made in China…”
Submitted by pogopenis on Reddit Baltimore.

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Pagans Motorcycle Group asked to leave Timonium motorcycle show

Motorcycle gang asked to leave Timonium fairgrounds
Group sublet Timonium space without permission, left without incident

By Jessica Anderson (The Baltimore Sun, 2/12/2013)

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…Isaiah Aviles, who identified himself as the president of the Pagans’ local chapter, said his group was not ever asked to leave and that the Pagans members had not caused any disruptions during the show.

“We didn’t instigate trouble with anyone,” he said, adding that the group decided to leave around noon Saturday because of the “lack of beer and the bikini show was over.”

Aviles said his group had purchased applications to display two bikes at two different locations at the show and enjoy the event.

“We just decided to have a good time like everyone else. Our motto is to drink, party and have fun. And ride our motorcycles,” Aviles said.

Continue reading “Pagans Motorcycle Group asked to leave Timonium motorcycle show” at The Baltimore Sun.

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The 25 Best Food Moments in The Wire

From pit beef to lake trout sandwiches, the beloved HBO series delves deep into the guts of Baltimore.

By Hannah Norwick (First We Feast, 2/14/2013)

honeynutIt’s often said the most compelling character in HBO’s The Wire isn’t Jimmy McNulty, Avon Barksdale, or Omar Little, but the city of Baltimore itself. Throughout the show’s unforgettable five seasons, the Charm City isn’t just a passive bystander in the drama, but rather the vital, beating heart at the center of creator David Simon’s sprawling web of storylines.

Nowhere is this consuming sense of place more apparent than in the series’ brilliant use of food—after all, if a city is to be going to be the star, its regional flavors should be front and center. So many TV shows gloss over the way we eat, deeming it to mundane to warrant screen time. But Simon is no average storyteller, and by taking us straight into the literal gut of the city, he gives us a fascinating lens into what nourishes it.

For a show obsessively devoted to realism, it’s no surprise that The Wire nails Baltimore’s hyperregional eats, from Chaps Pit Beef and lake trout, to Faidley’s crab cakes and spicy fish sandwiches. But breaking bread runs much deeper than surface authenticity—indeed, meals are at center of many of the show’s most poignant moments, such as Bunny’s tragic attempt to treat his students to a steak dinner at a restaurant where their outsider status is palpable.

The symbolism of food isn’t lost on Simon either. He artfully plays on the connotations of beef and chicken in exploring the relationship between Wey Bey (the muscle) and D’Angelo Barksdale (the nervous thinker), or uses relatable details—like Omar’s penchant for Honey Nut Cheerios—to humanize even the most cold-blooded characters. He also shows how the places where characters dine—from the politico diner where corrupt deals go down, to the bulletproof glass-covered carryout spots of the Westside—reflect their place in the system.

Here, we break down the 25 most memorable food-centric scenes in the series.

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Ramones play Essex’s Seagull Inn (2/4/1979)

Ramones at the Seagull: Stripped-down, honest rock is their stock in trade

By Tom Basham (Baltimore Sun 2/9/1979)

The Ramones came to town this week.

They drove down from New York city Sunday in a window van. Their guitars, drums, amplifiers, microphones, speakers, mixers and “Gabba Gabba Hey” sign traveled separately, in a rented truck that broke down twice before reaching Baltimore.

So the show was running a little late. The 350 people in attendance had plenty of time to soak up the comfy ambiance of the Seagull Inn.

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To reach the Seagull, you drive down Back River Neck and bear left at Middleborough. A mile or so on, turn left on Nanticoke. You travel down a boat-lined road until you reach the edge of Middle River.  (The Seagull Inn is now The River Watch. –BML)

The Seagull sits on the water’s edge, lowering the wind chill index a few notches.

Inside, pool balls clicked and our shoes stuck to the rug as the Ramones’ road crew hustled the gear into place.

The Ramones, from left to right, Johnny, Marky, Joey and Dee Dee.

The room was perfect for the Ramones. The stage was at the far end, beyond the dance floor ringed with tables and chairs. A large fishnet was fastened to the ceiling, and fake lifebuoys dotted the walls. A stern sign announced that anyone breaking the pool tables would be barred.

The Ramones have just a slight touch of an image problem. Because they play no-frills rock music, wear black leather jackets and hail from the Big Apple, they have been labeled punks.

Say punk rock to your average American citizen and you set of a chain of ugly visions: Sid Vicious slashing his wrists or stabbing his girlfriend: fights breaking out in audiences; wild passions burning out of control.

The Ramones aren’t like that. They are, as their guitarist Johnny Ramone likes to say, “a rock and roll group.” They have released four albums and their latest, “Road to Ruin,” has been lavishly praised but little bought.

“We break even on our albums,” Johnny said. There is talk of having the legendary Phil Spector produce the next one.

“Sometimes we think of doing a sick album,” he adds. “Everytime we write a Rock City good song, like ‘Sedated,’ they say, ‘It’s too sick. We can’t put it out as a single.’

But they can play them live. It Is past midnight when the Ramones take the Seagull stage. Dee Dee Ramone straps on his bass. Joey Ramone steps up to the microphone and Marky Ramone plows into his drum set. Johnny starts wailing on his guitar and the band is into “Rockaway Beach,” one of more than 25 tunes they will perform over the next hour.

They attack their simple material with energy and determination. The songs last about two minutes each and the group hardly pauses between them. By a quarter to one, when they pause briefly, they have run through seven numbers.

By show’s end, they have covered such “sick” material as “Teenage Lobotomy,” “Cretin Hop” and “I Wanna Be Sedated.” They also do some rock classics like “Needles and Pins,” “Do You Wanna Dance” and “Surfin’ Bird.”

Johnny is the mainstay, pumping out a barrage of barre chords, those awkward-looking jobbies where you hold down all the strings with one finger.

He blows out his cheeks and grits his teeth as his right hand swings relentlessly across the strings. Dee Dee staggers across the small space between his microphone and amplifiers. Joey bends the mike stand backwards, balancing on it as he leans toward the audience.

The effect is like having a rhythmic locomotive driving through your blood vessels. The music hits with physical force in this small room, inspiring listeners to jump in the air or rock their heads in time.

At 1:35, the band hits the final chords of “We’re a Happy Family” and retreats briefly to a small, cluttered room behind the stage.

Edith Massey, local movie star and thing shop owner, pays a visit. So do a few writers and radio types. The place has been sprinkled with local media people tonight, with The Sun, News-American, City Paper and WCVT-FM all represented.

What’s all the interest about? The Ramones play a stripped-down, honest brand of rock which is credited with influencing a generation of bands in England and New York city. They sold out the Back Room of the Varsity Grill in College Park two nights earlier and their visit to the Seagull was a rare chance to catch one of America’s most exciting bands in an intimate setting.

As for the image problem, there was once another musical quartet who wore black leather jackets and played raw rock and roll in dark clubs.

It worked for the Beatles and it’s working for the Ramones.

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