I grew up a diehard Orioles fan.
I remember being carried out of Memorial Stadium by my father as we ran to the car, after the sun had set.
I remember a Knights of Pythias team trip to a game, where we got to meet Larry Sheets.
I remember Earl Weaver.
While Cal Ripken and Eddie Murray grabbed the headlines, Earl Weaver was the constant throughout the years of glory. His competitiveness and desire to win were evident to a kid no older than seven. I cannot pay him a higher compliment.
Rest in Peace, Earl. You will be missed.