Lately, our feedback has been exclusively Matt Wieters-centric. I've gotten e-mails about how we should handle his ascension to the big leagues. We've gotten comments about how we should set up a fake Twitter account for him, and follow his exploits on a minute-by-minute basis as he goes 0-for-4 and occasionally triples. My Dad calls me every couple of days to ask me how good I think Wieters is, because Wieters could go to the bathroom, put it in a McDonald's bag, and show it on television and my Dad would call me to ask me how awesome I thought it was.This is my humble attempt to transfer the ethereal glory of the hard-swinging, hard-loving Orioles catching prospect who hit .999 in Single-A and redefined Double-A simply by being there.
This morning's Dugout is after the jump.
I considered skipping the Orioles and the AL East entirely, making their Dugout be an ASCII drawing of the phrase "A-ROID, 'NUFF SAID" and moving on to the Nationals, which would be much more fun to write, because I could have cop standoffs and gunfights. 
