The short answers to your questions are "46", and "no".
The essay below is a more circuitous way of getting there. Apologies to those who have already read this juvenile composition prepared under the influence of legal intoxicants, as I have posted it previously on the MLB site.
If you havent' followed the Orioles from the 80's or so, this won't make any sense at all.
In the beginning, there were the Senators.
But, then came the dark ages.
Sometime around 1980 or so, there appeared some rays of sunshine from the Northeast, and we began to take voyages through that city to a place where real baseball was played, where quality reigned. I, too, was seduced by this force. Along came '82, and trailing by 4 games to the Brewers, "we" won the first 3, before falling just short in the final contest. It was okay, because our time was almost there. And it was still not possible to get to the house of worship by the same route twice.
And the Nati' Premiums were $1.45.
And then came 1983, and we shouted "ED - DEE" and "LEN-NEE" and it seemed very good.
But then EBW passed away, and it was not quite as good.
And came the new place of worship, and it was pretty, and it was closer, and looked so good on the outside, but it was beginning to rot on the inside.
And the Nati' Premiums were no longer $1.45. And there were signs that told you how to get there and people writing down your license plate state and cranky sluggers with mysterious ailments, and labor strife and it was even less good.
Then we said goodbye to Oates and D. Johnson and J. Miller and were told that the new guys were better. But they weren't. So we switched off our radios and stopped spending our non-fan money. But it seemed everybody had tickets they weren't using so sometimes we took the family to see a game. But it wasn't the same.
Then "they" said they owned me and my fan loyalty and my radio listening and television watching and I was dismayed. They said they had seen me at the old place and the new place and that I couldn't leave, but I was suffocating. They told me I was not a true fan and I didn't deserve my own team but that I should support their team and I was enraged.
Then, just as I had begun to give up hope, came the sunshine. And it warmed me, and uplifted me, and it is good again. And it is a continuum: Hondo, Casanova, Pena, Brinkman, McMullen, Harrah, Unser, Bosman, McGraw,
Wilkerson, Hernandez, Schneider, Church......
And I am home again, at peace.