Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the warehouseNot a free agent offering was happening , not even for a  louseThe bunting  was hung by the stadium with care,In hopes that a number 1 starter soon would be there.The Oriole fans were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of Degrom and Verlander danced in their heads.And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my Oriole  cap,Had just settled our brains for a  Oriole offseason that is like a long  winter’s nap.When out at the stadium