After enormous hype, speculation, and consternation, The Baltimore Grand Prix has finally come and gone. I got the chance to attend the proceedings today and I have some initial thoughts. I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences in the comments as well.
1. Getting into, out of, and around downtown was shockingly easy. On Friday morning I drove downtown to the Marriott Inner Harbor to pick up my tickets, ready for long delays and detours. I had none. I barely touched the brake. Today, Sunday, I took the light rail down from Mt. Washington and that trip, too, was seemless. We got off at Baltimore St., walked a couple blocks, and—boom!—we were looking at fast cars. Coming back near the end of the big race, the light rail was certainly packed—we stood the whole way—but that trip too was seemless. I'm curious to hear the transportation experiences of those who drove, or generally came in from points south, but I, for...









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While I am shocked and saddened by the loss of Oriole great Mike Flanagan, I am too young to understand his full impact on the game of baseball. I got to see the end of his career as a player and always enjoyed his witty commentary during Orioles games. But, in this instance, I wanted to defer to my dad, Andrew Blumberg, a life-long Orioles fan who got the opportunity to meet Flanagan and always considered him a personal hero:
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