Since October hit, my movie excitement has gone through the roof. This is the month of horror, and for someone like myself, it pleases me to the core. Even though the month is almost over, I thought myself and four other Dagger writers would give you our recommendations for movies to watch in the final days of October, some horror and some not. And if you don’t get to all of these, feel free to roll ‘em over to November.
Team 21085 wants to know: Joe Flacco, where you have been all our lives? Deemed player of the game, (arguably…he had loads of competition – namely, C-Mac, Leron McClain and the entire O-line) by Mike Dahl, Jr. (Mt. St. Joe’s sophomore and varsity football player who recorded a sack Friday night from J-towne,) the rookie QB put on quite a show. Incidentally, Mike and his younger brother Jake are honorary seat-fillers on Team 21085.
Like most things in life, good and bad, The Dagger started off innocently enough.
On September 7, 2007, the first introductory story, a two-paragraph piece aptly titled “Introductions,” was posted onto the Internet. Despite being called an introduction, the story posed more questions than it answered.
Today, September 7, 2008, we hope to finally answer some of those lingering questions as we celebrate The Dagger’s anniversary with some laughter, some tears and enough behind-the-scenes details to hopefully keep us relevant for another year.
I’m no computer wiz, that is for sure, but it seems to me that the Dagger just gets better looking with age. I mean, the content is awesome, don’t get me wrong. But the tools- the map, the events, to name a few- just keep evolving. Every day when I get my email about a new post, it seems I notice something new and different. Down the road I see visions of Dagger being a one-stop-shop for Harford County and I’m damn glad to be a part of it.
“Hit, Hustle, Believe.” A phrase I read on a tattered tee on one of the coaches for the Joppatowne-Edgewood Recreation Football team. Hit. Hustle. Believe. If only it were that simple.
Through the eyes of Ravens’ fans we have only one of those resources available to us: Believe. Sure we can hit Steelers fans with our venomous words and we can hustle with vigor through our chants to Baltimore’s pride, Dee-Fense (clap, clap); De-Fense (Clap, clap) but to believe?
“I’ve been dreaming of this since I was about 8…” said Tyler Woolsey. He is not alone. All of the Bel Air Braves are, and it was obvious as they participated in the Opening Day Ceremonies kicking off the ninth annual Cal Ripken World Series Friday night.
The Braves are the host team and as the representative of Harford County received a warm welcome from the crowd at Cal Sr.’s Yard. One by one, each of the 16 teams took to the field while every player, manager, ambassador and bat boy was announced. It was a moment of bliss for these young gamers standing on the cusp of the infield at Sr’s yard.
The Bel Air Braves have been priming up for the big dance- the Cal Ripken World Series- which begins Friday night (opening ceremonies) and competition starting Saturday. But first they took their talent on the road, participating in the Big Kahuna 12U tournament at the Ripken Experience in Myrtle Beach. Then they paired up with the visiting Australia team for a scrimmage this past Monday night and made some more memories.
“It’s amazing, I mean, I’ve been dreaming of this since I was like six or seven. It’s great for the team, we’ve all wanted this all year and we’ve worked for this really hard,” says Sam Thornton, wide-eyed with anticipation. The dream: playing in the Cal Ripken World Series. The team: our very own Bel Air Braves.
It was an adrenaline-packed, emotionally-charged road for Bel Air as they earned their spot in the series by taking a chunk out of Emmorton’s aspirations to snatch the District V111 tournament. The battle was a nail-biter, but they took it in dramatic fashion, cementing their path on this yellow brick road.
“The only real game, I think, in the world is baseball.” So said Babe Ruth. Agree with him or not, I have no doubt that the grand-daddy of home runs is up in the baseball heavens, prepping himself to bid farewell to his iconic home.
Uh-huh. Yankee Stadium is going down and the ensuing countdown – considering the All-Star break typically marks the mid-point of the season – inevitably brings up times of reflection and moments to remember. While Yankee fans and baseball fans in general might mourn the destruction of the House That Ruth Built, they can take comfort in knowing that just because his stadium is getting bulldozed, the Sultan of Swat isn’t going anywhere – he’ll always be in our hearts.
We get to the park and ride at 6:06 a.m. Wednesday, June 25. It costs nothing to park. Printing out tickets is a breeze – swipe your card, confirm, print. Departure is at 6:35 a.m. and it is ON TIME. Yay!
We sit in the café section of the Amtrak that has big open booths. My niece Paula sets up her iPod. I set up my laptop on the spacious table and plug it in – not wasting the battery. I’m on wireless so now I just have to get it working. When we begin to move, she looks around and takes it in, her eyes wide and that smile is just brewing. “This is amazing,” she says. I haven’t heard this 14-year old say much of anything with a 5 a.m. wake up call. We are in for a treat alright.
