Hope is a dangerous thing, particularly where the Orioles are concerned

Tonight, a 27-year-old named Chris Waters made his major league debut by shutting out the best team in baseball, the Los Angeles Angels, giving up just one hit in eight innings, winning 3-0 and giving me a glimmer of Oriole hope I haven't felt in an awful long time. Waters' pitching was beautiful. He fielded masterfully and had the kind of quiet poise on the mound that normally belongs to a veteran.
He was so smooth. In the post-game interview he said it was the Lord that did it, not him.
Well thank you, Christ. Because this felt like the beginning of something. Sure, they're last in the league. But I'm thinking maybe the Lord is mixin it up this year. You heard it here first, folks. I don't think it's premature. I am predicting the Baltimore Orioles go all the way this year. Not on the shoulders of this guy alone because, for Christ's sake, have you seen our numbers?

Resurrection

It was a musty, caloric hiatus but, my friends, Porcupine has returned from the thrilling arcades of the old country and has taken up residence in cyberland. Now unemployed (and loving it!) Porcupine plans to sit on various beds and couches across the land and shape a less murky future. P also wants to earn money.
In the meantime, here's hoping you enjoy the acid rants and bilious pontification and occasional loving tribute to a pop icon. As well as photographs and videos. Please comment only with criticism and relentless mocking.

By the way, I am currently watching television with my parents, two aunts and an uncle from India, and of course -- of course -- there's a pharmaceutical advertisement that closes with rapid fire warnings of breast tenderness, sexual dysfunction and other awful things to hear while you're sitting with your parents and relatives from India.