Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Oakland – against Detroit we struck out.
Time to wash and fold the jerseys and put them into the drawer. Clean the cowbell, shake the blankets and put them on the shelf. Empty out the backpack, get rid of that half-bag of peanuts and an old apple.
Time to put away the toys of summer. Winter Debbie and Winter Keith are here.
170 days until Opening Day against the Cleveland Indians.
I ran to meet the FedEx driver . . . (pant, pant) the playoff tickets were here! “Yahoo”, Presley said while quietly growling at the FedEx diver. He knew if his dad was happy he should be happy and it might mean some cheese for him.
The game yesterday in which we clinched to American League Western Division was great. We knew in the third inning Texas had lost. They didn’t update the scoreboard until after the inning but with 35,000 fans of which probably 30,000 had smart phones and were checking the Texas – Kansas City score the secret was hard to keep. The buzz, buzz, murmur, murmur, rose to cheers and applause. The teams on the field had to know what had happened. At the end of the 3rd, the scoreboard updated and everyone went crazy. Kudos to KC who finished Texas off in real style with a walk-off grand slam in the bottom of the 11th.
Thank goodness the team was still playing baseball as half the fans were celebrating and the other half were in line to by Division Champ t-shirts and hats which by-the-way in the typical A’s back-office planning they quickly ran out of t-shirts. “Ahhh, let me see. 35,000 true fans at the game. And we most likely will win. OK, I ‘ll order 5,000 t-shirts.”
Games left to play in the regular season just 6. First playoff game, October 4. Go A’s!