If you’ve ever read something I’ve written and thought to yourself: What the...? Has this guy ever even seen the team play? Well, then you’d be correct. I haven’t. Nope. Not since last August.
You see, I’m currently living in Spain, which means a 7 o’clock game in Oakland doesn’t get underway until 4 AM local time in Madrid. I’d love to take a look at likes of Holliday, Giambi, Nomar, Cahill and Anderson, but at this point there’s not point getting greedy. I’d probably settle for Edgar Gonzalez throwing a simulated game to Jack Hannahan.
Sure, checking the boxscore gives me a little extra incentive to get out of bed and make it to class on time in the mornings. But sleeping through almost every game? Well, that just pretty much sucks. So how about you? Do you have any experiences/horror stories as a non resident A’s fan, or a NRAF as us baseball nerds like to refer to ourselves as? Feel free to share below.
Oh yea, and one more thing. Jackie Robinson: you sir, are the man.
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