American League East

The cheap bastard's guide to Baltimore baseball

The cheap bastard's guide to Baltimore baseball

My Depression-era parents never threw anything out. Dad would say, only half-joking, that he didn’t need to buy a new shirt because he already owned a shirt. I married into cheapness, too—my wife is so skilled at coupon clipping that she has gotten money back from grocery stores. My passion for thriftiness is matched by my love for live baseball. But this isn’t the old days, when a few bucks would buy an evening’s entertainment, a program, and a meal. You used to be able to stroll into Memorial Stadium in the bottom of the sixth and watch the last few innings for free. Baseball in the post free-agency era is a big, expensive business. So what’s a tightwad to...