After struggles early in his career, Coby Mayo has developed into one of the most promising bats across the league, especially against LHP.
Our @TommyWPelle has more on the Orioles' patience with Mayo paying off:
https://t.co/FKPgoXPVpy
As Baltimore fights to stay alive in a tight Wild Card race, Pete Alonso has been exactly the kind of player the Orioles are paying him to be.
Our @TommyWPelle has more on the Polar Bear keeping the Orioles' playoff hopes alive:
https://t.co/6BCVSfPrhE
Mike Elias when asked if Orioles can make the playoffs:
"Yes, I do. We're going to be playing for the postseason the rest of the way."
He believes the moves at the deadline still keep the Orioles in a position to continue that pursuit.
Working from a Barnes & Noble (deadline day with a toddler at home doesn't work too well).
Overheard the following from an Orioles fan:
"They traded Adley, man, I don't care about anything anymore. This isn't about baseball. They traded away the heart of the franchise."
So in return for the first of four years of tanking, the Orioles get zero playoff wins and the prospects from the Red Sox. Make it make sense. Well, the ownership at that time made a lot of money.
With Kyle Bradish becoming the highest-paid pitcher in Orioles history, how will his up-and-down journey shape his legacy in Baltimore?
Our @TommyWPelle has more on Bradish's Orioles tenure up to this point:
https://t.co/obiKpGTnGD
For the Orioles, this year's trade deadline lies ahead of them as a fork in the road.
Our @TommyWPelle breaks down how exactly they should approach it:
https://t.co/QCB4Pp8kmq
After a not-so-glamorous 2025, Brandon Young has done a complete turnaround.
Our @TommyWPelle has more on how the 27-year-old has done it, and whether he can continue this production:
https://t.co/A3P3UkXmZ4
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.