A few weeks ago Sarah emailed me, asking if Will and I would like to join her and Ben for some A's baseball--and not just any A's game, the A's Home Opener. Would we? Um, HELL YES, we would.
So, on Friday night, we cruised out to Oakland to take Sarah up on her incredibly generous offer.
Since it was opening night, the freeway off ramp was jam-packed and by the time we made it off the freeway, the parking lots were completely full. We parked a good mile or so away, on the side of the road, and drank some beers on the walk to the stadium. Imagine it: the four of us walking down a street in Oaktown, toting a 12-pack, drinking some beers, accompanied by gangsta rap courtesy of the cars rollin' by next to us. It was definitely among my classiest moments. I even hid my beer in my purse when we walked by the police.
We had a fabulous time. There was a tailgate party, an appearance on the jumbotron, and lots of stadium food involved. There was almost an A's track jacket involved, but they didn't have my size.
The game was fun, but the A's lost. So here's what we did:
We pretended like they won.
Hello baseball season! So happy you've finally arrived.