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And Earl Weaver ain't one. Oh wait, of course he is. Welcome to Maryland, The Old Line state, 7th of the Union, state boat of course being the skipjack, state dinosaur being the Astrodon Johnstoni. Find him here. as for the rest of the state, you might know it as proud bearer of this confusing flag:


We've walked from D.C. to Baltimore in a week's time, and this was the kind of rapid-fire progress i was talking about last year, when we were meandering aimlessly through Nevada deserts, pining for a better day ahead. Baltimore is a helluva town, and she's got a history longer than the list of people i wish i could peel the stickers from the bill of their new gangster/pokemon patterned baseball hats. Did that make sense? Did you know that it was during the War of 1812 in a bombardment of this fair city that the star spangled banner was written? Did you know that bees and dogs can smell fear?


Speaking of smelling fear, Earl Weaver coached in Baltimore. He was probably the most "spirited" coach in baseball history, with the exception of Hal McRae in that one famous press conference that you might want to look up sometime. Think you've ever been angry? Well, just take a gander at Earl.
I give myself a lot of credit after watching something like that. I could throw a deck chair through somebody's front teeth and still be more respectable than that guy. That guy makes me feel like an Astrodon Johnstoni.




Another Week's Worth: 38.23 miles

Total Distance Covered: 2,458.18 miles

Baltimore, Maryland