As in "Macha" and "Ubal." We talk about their respective extinctions, the role of luck in the O's success over the last 3 seasons, and check in with Andy Livingston (Impose Magazine) about the positively repulsive state of the sporting union.

As the trade deadline barrels towards us at top speed, we look at the Orioles options for improvement on an already very-good team, and also applaud Major League Baseball for its stance on net neutrality...which is a weird thing to find ourselves doing.

Gauging the bluster of the tradwinds, marveling at the idiocy of the Yankees' Chase Headley acquisition, lamenting Tony Dungy's remarks (and their subsequent distortion), and some Orioles-themed slam poetry.

Sam and Alan enjoy some bourbon as they answer your questions on the Orioles midseason status, opportunities for the second half, and the team's connection to particle physics.

In the 100th episode of Baltimorons, we celebrate the top 100 reasons to be an Orioles fan.

In which we prove that Travis Ishikawa is a warlock, check in on a live broadcast of the rubber match in a 3-game set between the Modesto Moon Pirates and the Afton Oracles, discuss Alan's Portugal-induced heartbreak, and oh yeah, some baseball stuff.

Ted Berg (USA Today) joins us to talk about tempering maturity expectations for the Manny Machados of the world, Alan recalls a famous tariff of yesteryear, and tears are shed for Matt Wieters. PLUS: the triumphant return of the Baltimorons Culture Corner.

Alan is too busy being excited about soccer to allow for any baseball talk, but Sam manages to squeeze in an exciting announcement regarding our next live broadcast.

Alan celebrates the legacy of Woody Guthrie, guest writer Jen Adams makes a generous contribution to human punderstanding, and Dan Duquette stops by to share a review of "Bull Durham."

Alan calls out the American moment with particular urgency, the Sendy Rleal Franchise Report looks at All-Star Game voting with a dubious eyebrow-raise, our geusts Paul and Jake from Ballometrics endeavor to bring the sabrmetric ruckus to the basketball court, and the harrowing future of advanced statistcal analysis rears its hideous head.