It’s sunny and warm. The Bay Area is teh epicenter of awesome.
And we don’t have to live in Lancaster PA, where the town has allowed an unaccountable secret foundation to put cameras on every street in town, as its unscreened volunteers watching banks of monitors call the cops when they decide they don’t like the cut of your jib.
A little chill down the spine on this fine day here in Paradise. Go A’s.
"Kraut will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no kraut."
And it’s a quick 2-0 deficit right out of the shoot.
Quick, someone narc on Lincecum.
I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t allow that hair in Lancaster.
His jib looks decidedly fishy.
The A’s should bring Damon back to pinch-throw for Holliday.
Now that I think back, I had a buddy from Lancaster PA. He scornfully referred to it as Pennsyltucky.
Unrelated to his roots, we successfully hung the nickname “Buckets” on him for life.
oh fer cryin out loud.
blarg
What are you, Giants hitters, the fairy tale police?
damnit.
Nice to see him do that on a fastball.
Whoo hoo! Next month we’ll all be saying how the season turned around with that Giambi blast.
Take that, hippie.
Barton will put his stamp on this game. Maybe not this AB, but sometime.
This team really hates walks.
I’m blaming the black jerseys for all this suck.
I think the ’89 squad demanded the black unis to avoid being associated with this bunch.
That’s some scapegoating I can get behind.
Quit swinging at balls.
Come on A’s, let’s do something here.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Nomar is shooting for the record for consecutive pas that end in a bases loaded double play.
Not sure if I should be happy about this bases loaded situation.
Just don’t do it again….
Justice.
Berry
Ugh. Jesus, FSU, way to harsh my mellow with that link. Even with the loss (I loves me some Lincecum), I got Brother Thelonius in the fridge, cassoulet in the oven (well, trailer-trash-meets-Alice Waters cassoulet: turkey kielbasa + a can of white beans + 4 cloves of garlic + two bunches of radish greens + homemade chicken stock), JP in his playpen … alllllllll was right with my world. Bastard.
Mazzaro chose the black unis? Silly, silly boy. They are the Black Jerseys of Death.
I am so glad I was not home to watch this game. I am especially glad I didn’t actually go to the game. Now I can pretend it didn’t happen. I’m good at ignoring things I don’t like.
Good grief, Charlie Brown. I leave for a week, and: Outman, he who Rocks the Socks, is hurt; Moneyball the Movie! is probably going bye-bye; and The Drumbeat has a new layout. The Apocalypse is upon us!
Ah, well. At least Gio is starting tomorrow. Gio! Wait, shouldn’t we be saving him to pitch innings 12-17?
That sucked ass.
Civil liberties be damned — how can you argue against a new technology with the power to apprehend juvenile miscreants like this?