When I was growing up in Washington, D.C. during the late '60s-early '70s, my folks would drive us through Baltimore on our way to New York City.
And I'd hold my nose.
I don't know if it was the factories or the smoke stacks or the Chesapeake Bay, but Baltimore literally smelled back then. And, based on what I'm hearing now, it still smells.
Any time now, Major League Baseball will announce the fate of the Montreal Expos, and more and more it looks like they'll be coming to my ...
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