When my husband and I first moved to Maryland, we lived just a few blocks from Camden Yards. During baseball season, we would stroll down the road from our apartment to catch an Os game after work or on a weekend afternoon. I can remember sitting out many rain delays in the upper deck, or watching the sunset reflecting on the Baltimore skyline.
Watching games at Camden Yards was one of the first things that made me feel rooted in my new home. I’ve talked before about my love of baseball. Camden Yards is particularly conducive to the kind of slow, democratic poetry that baseball germinates. It’s a neighborhood ballpark, nestled amid businesses, 18th century row houses, apartment buildings, and local pubs. It’s built on a human scale with an eye for detail, a deliberate thoughtfulness.
Camden Yards feels like a warm place, a part of a community. A place where it’s easy to belong.
The other night my husband and I went to our last regular season home game at Camden Yards. I am grateful for the pleasure of sitting in that ballpark and watching baseball regardless of whether the Orioles win or lose. But it’s been tremendously exciting to watch them win this season. I hope I get a chance to go back to Camden Yards again this fall. (We’ll see what happens tonight!)
* Note: the first two pictures are from our first baseball seasons in Baltimore back in 2004-5. The third picture is from the Orioles’ game against Toronto this past Wednesday.