DOh! the comedy
The Laurel to my Hardy: So Dave, I heard you went to an Orioles game at Camden Yards. Who won?
Dave: I don't know.
The Abbott to my Costello: You don't know? Did you leave early?
Dave: I couldn't see.
The George to my Jerry: You couldn't see? Was there an obstruction?
Dave: Yes.
The Peter to my Paul and Mary: There was an obstruction. Why didn't you get up and move?
Dave: It was a big obstruction.
The Romulus to my Remus: How big?
Dave: About the size of the East Coast.
The peanut butter to my jelly: THE EAST COAST! Dave, you do exaggerate.
Dave: I ain't exaggeratin'. The game was in Florida.
The Jenna to my Barbara: (wide-eyed head shake)
(laugh track)

Quoth the Raven, "We're closed"
Having been denied the pleasures of an Orioles game, I decided to visit the home of Edgar Allan Poe. No publicly available map at the Visitor Center stretched far enough to show the location of Poe's home. The "you should be all right there in the daylight" may be an indication as to why. I arrived at the home of Poe in the heart of the ghett-o (that's poetic, see) only to find a sign that said, "Closed at 2:45pm on Thursday". I looked at my watch- 2:47. Poe escaped my clutchs, but will probably die a suspicious death and end up buried on Greene St. At least I think that's what will happen.

I got you Babe
About the only saving grace in my otherwise futile attempt to tour Baltimore was Babe Ruth's home. Allegedly fun fact: The Sultan of Swat allegedly ate 18 hot dogs in one sitting. It wasn't the most thrilling "museum" I've ever seen, but at least it was open.
Another fun fact: Babe was short for Baby 'cause Ruth was just out of high school when he played in Baltimore.