What's your goofiest piece of Baltimore sports memorabilia?
Welcome back to Connolly's Corner Sports Bar. Like what we did with the place?
We had a little hiatus and you probably thought I was being lazy and didn’t feel like doing much around Father’s Day.
Not a bad theory; not completely accurate.
While you were gone, we have shifted some things around. We now have a different entrance. You can now find new posts and visit the bar via the Toy Department.
If Wal-Mart can include a barbershop, a McDonald’s and a grocery store, the Toy Department can encompass a corner sports bar.
If you don’t think a toy store and a bar are compatible, you’ve obviously never shopped for a Wii with a 10-year-old. It is reason No. 1 for a stiff drink.
Anyway, what does this change mean for my loyal customer? Nothing, really.
We’ll still be a click away on The Sun’s baseball and sports site pages. You’ll still see my smiling face most of the time (a real attraction, I know) and we will still be serving up the same daily questions with a dash of attempted humor.
The bonus is that I’ll be joining some of my fine Sun colleagues in a larger collaborative effort and you’ll get one-stop shopping. And, on the occasion in which I am not blogging, you’ll have other cool things in the Toy Department to check out.
Should be a win-win. So, first Toy Department beer is on me.
As for today's question. It comes from my buddy and electronic sports media guru Mark Viviano, who recently asked his listeners about their strangest piece of Baltimore sports memorabilia.
Basically we are looking for something goofy that you collected presumably because you thought it would have some worth or special meaning, And you held on to it for no particular reason. (If you don’t have something local, I’ll take something national. Just make it random and bizarre).
I have one: More than a decade ago, before my baseball-writing career began, I was given a Calvin Pickering autographed baseball – back when he was starting out as a minor leaguer. It seemed cool at the time. I figured how could a guy that big, that strong and that super-hyped fail?
The answer: Pretty quickly and easily.
Honestly, I have no idea where that baseball is, but I didn’t intentionally get rid of it, so I am sure it is around somewhere.
My guess is that was my last autographed piece of memorabilia. What a way to go out.
So what’s yours?
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