Now that same team is thinking of drafting said angel — all grown up and fresh off setting his college’s single-season hit record.

Jeffrey Maier an Oriole? The very thought makes furious “Bawlmer” fans fulminate.

But not Peter Angelos.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to drafting Maier,” the Orioles’ unpredictable owner said yesterday on the eve of Major League Baseball’s annual first-year player draft.

“Sure we’d take him. In fact, I like the idea more and more the more I think about it.”

Meier is saying little.

. . .

BQ Day was marvelously uncontroversial. There are no records of Bronx people protesting the exclusion of their borough. A review of Brooklyn Eagle letters to the editor from the early 20th century reveals that some people did get upset when the schools opened one year, but who can blame them?

The family that built and operates the neighborhood’s biggest amusement empire wants to convert a battered U.S. Army Recruiting Center on Stillwell Avenue into recording studio for the oral history of one of Brooklyn’s most-historic, and certainly freakiest, areas.

“People have so many memories to share about the Cyclone, the Winder Wheel and well, everything that happened under the Boardwalk, too,” said Coney Island Voices founder Carol Albert, whose father-in-law took [sic] bought the legendary Cyclone coaster in the 1960s.

The black tin shack has stood in the middle of Stillwell Avenue for as long as anyone can remember. Although it was an active recruiting station until last year, it is mostly known as an obstruction to the annual hot dog-eating contest at Nathan’s across the street.

The recruiters’ relocation to a nearby storefront has paved the way for their old station to be, well, paved.

But when he heard a radio report recently that Junior’s, the Brooklyn palace of cheesecake as well as corned beef, was building a 180-seat restaurant near Times Square, he decided it was time to make the case for the footnote. He decided it was time to tell a story that has been forgotten, except, it seems, by his family.

It is a story of three families — his and two others — and the restaurant business after World War II. That much seems certain. According to him, it is also the story of a $100-a-year licensing agreement, a corporate bankruptcy and the recipe for Junior’s quintessential cheesecake.

The few warehouses still standing after a huge fire ravaged the historic Brooklyn waterfront were gutted and the remaining catwalks connecting them looked ready to fall.

Huge piles of crushed brick and corrugated metal lined cobblestoned Noble St. And a thick haze from the small fires still smoldering two days later hung over it all.

“It looks like an atomic bomb hit it,” Department of Environmental Protection worker Fred D’Amore, 45, said as he surveyed the site. “This looks like a war zone. Everything’s totally burned down. Fuhgeddaboudit.”

Down by the East River, a damaged wall with wood beams sticking out was all that was left of the pre-Civil War building where fire marshals believe an arsonist touched off the enormous blaze Tuesday.

FDNY First Division Chief John Bley said investigators have not yet been able to sift through that wreckage because “we’re afraid everything is going to collapse.”