Mixed in with the usual smells of sweat, sunflower seeds and bubble-gum in the Orioles’ dugout was the overpowering scent of testosterone.
A six-home-run barrage – the most homers by the O’s in a game in over five years – left Yankees pitchers muttering to themselves.
And three blasts in the eighth inning by Adam Jones, sizzling Mark Reynolds and Chris Davis – the last on a swing so relaxed I thought he was falling asleep – sent the sellout crowd into a delirious celebration.
Anyone who’s ever played baseball knows how unnerving it can be to watch the other team go off on a home-run tear as the O’s did last night.
MASN cameras kept panning the Yankees dugout in the eighth inning. And the expressions on the faces of manager Joe Girardi and the players were grim. I didn’t see Dave Robertson and Boone Logan, the relievers who gave up the homers. They were probably still babbling to themselves.
But the Orioles manager always adds this: “You know, we have some big, hairy guys, too.”
It certainly appears that way. Last night, in regaining a share of first place in the American League East, the Orioles were practically Cro-Magnum.
It was a wondrous sight to see.