We have officially decided that we love Chris Townsend. At first, as much as we were relieved to be Buan-free, we were afriad that he might be too fratty and KNBR-ish. We weren't sold on his A'sey-ness. But the way he treats all A's fans with respect and enthusiasm is awesome. And we loved how much he was loving the sweep. Count us officially on his bandwagon.
Maybe it's because we've been so disappointed by the past couple of baseball seasons. Maybe it's because we put stock in all the pre-season predictions that said the A's would finish last. Or maybe it's rational because after all, it is only April 13. But we are really nervous about getting too excited about this winning. We find ourselves knocking on wood and wishing Ray Fosse would too. We just don't want to get ahead of ourselves. So when will it be okay to get really excited? May? June? After the All-Star Break? September?
"Sometimes you're the bug, sometimes you're the windshield," Angels center fielder Torii Hunter said. "I guess we're the bug."
4 errors. Coming back against Felix Hernandez and then blowing it. A's fans booing Milton Bradley and Eric Byrnes. The guy sitting in front of us who was passed out drunk in his seat by the middle of the 4th inning. The parking lot that looked post-apocalyptic. Waiting in line for the delicious sounding pork sliders, only to be told that they were unavailable because they were still frozen. Getting our magnetic schedules and then realizing that the magnets are lower quality than in years past. We are happy that baseball is back, we really are. And nothing (not a cross country flight or a tiny baby) could have kept us away from the Coliseum last night. But we have to say, things felt pretty shabby. Here's hoping the A's straighten things out and beat the Mariners tonight.
p.s. One highlight was that Stomper was wearing a suit and tie. Our only concern is that if Stomper isn't in uniform, what happens if the A's need him to pinch run?
This makes us love Ben Sheets.
We'll miss you. Looks like our loss is the Giants' fans' gain. Michael Savage scares us.
Like this guy.
Editor's Note: With all the McGwire news lately, the Husband of Half of OAD ("Hohooad") has stepped into the breach to defend the A's of 1989.
In light of Mark McGwire’s recent revelations and the ubiquituous posting of Canseco/McGwire Bash Brother photos on ESPN.com and other outlets, I thought it was high time to defend the sanctity of the 1989 World Series Championship. Some commentators (ok, my buddy and his brother) now claim that the ’89 trophy is “tainted” by the Bash Brothers. Do the Bash Brothers accurately define the ’89 A’s?
As a kid watching Monte Moore and Ray Fosse broadcast that glorious season on TV, the characters and images that I remember most are Dave Stewart and his devastating scowl and forkball, Eckersley and his finger-pointing, Hendu and his gap-toothed grins during every single at-bat, Rickey and his lime-green batting gloves, Carney Lansford and his frenetic bat-waggle, Dave Parker and his giant on-deck-circle sledge hammer, Mike Moore’s slouched shoulders and Timothy McVeigh-ish countenance, Rick Honeycutt and his handy back-pocket ball-scuffing nail file, Gene Nelson’s Eck-apeing mullet and ‘stache, Terry Steinbach’s dorky extended batting helmet face-protector flap, and Mike Gallego’s rich and robust curly mullet. I hardly even remember Jose or McGwire! There’s a good reason for this: Canseco only appeared in 65 games that year, racking up a scant 227 plate appearances. Canseco was a beast in ’88 , but his impact on 1989 was minor. McGwire had a solid season in ’89, but it’s questionable whether he was even using that year. In his statement, he claims to have only started in the ’89-’90 offseason, and his physique wasn’t any noticeably different from his rookie year in 1987. Plus, McGwire was just one guy in a lineup of guys in their prime. Even if McGwire was using steroids in ‘89, then one guy among 9 seems par for the course in the “Steroid Era.”
The only thing that tainted that championship was the Loma Prieta earthquake, which overshadowed one of the most dominant beatdowns in WS history. 1989 was a great year for an A's-loving 4th grader like me: hypercolor t-shirts, spandex bike shorts, Batman, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the NES, and the A’s reminding us for the fourth time that they are the only championship-caliber baseball franchise in the Bay Area.
When I dwell on “tainted” championships, I look back on the Red Sox of ’04 and ’07, with both Manny and Ortiz up to their eyeballs in PED’s, not my beloved '89 A's.
Trading stuff has never really been in our wheelhouse. We love the A's and we will love whoever it is that runs out on the field at the Alamedeum and tries. That said, we have created an OAD Philosophy of the Types of Guys We Think Should Be A's. Now, this doesn't have that much to do with stats and such, but deals more with how we feel that certain kinds of baseball players just fit in as A's. If anyone in the A's front office is listening, we are happy to write this up in more detail. Here goes:
1. Hometown guys. We always want guys who grew up in the Bay Area to be A's. See C.C. Sabathia, Jimmy Rollins, Jermaine Dye, Dontrelle Willis.
2. Guys with style. We always want guys with real style (even if it is weird) to be A's. See Eric Byrnes, Nick Swisher.
3. Guys who are/were awesome and have great nicknames. See Frank Thomas.
4. Guys with spark. See Marco Scutaro, Milton Bradley, Tim Hudson, Kurt Suzuki.
5. Guys with weird names who seem to be better outfielders than anybody else on the A's. See Coco Crisp.