As we segue from football to baseball season here in Baltimore, I wanted to talk about something besides Lamar Jackson. There’s been less speculation about the Kennedy assassination than Lamar’s future in Charm City, and I can’t be the only one whose life force is getting sucked dry by the constant conjecture.
One of my favorite places on earth is also a metaphorical segue from football to baseball season in Baltimore— the Ravens Walk between M&T BANK stadium and Camden Yards. I wanted to share a story that happened one summer night when leaving an Orioles game, as I was headed home and down the hallowed brick path towards M&T.