Look, I know that not all of us like Lew Wolff.  He's done some good things for the franchise, and he's done some bad.  He'll likely do some more good things and some more bad things.  These issues aren't black and white, and there are complex politics, both internal and external, at force here.  Plus, we're fans, so we're going to be emotional about these things, particularly when many of us regard the A's fondly for experiences we've shared with our fathers and mothers and sons and daughters.

In a game against a non-divisional opponent in early June that featured 50 degree weather and a lot of bad baseball, I was happy to see this guy among the 10,800 attendees:

I'm what some of you might call a "stathead," which I guess means that I prefer facts over opinions when making decisions.  But there are some decisions I make that require no facts whatsoever, and one of those is who I choose to root for.  I live in a city that has seen a dominant four-year run in professional sports led by extremely smart management.  It would be natural for me to root for the Patriots and Celtics and Red Sox, but I don't, and never ever in a million kajillion years will.

So I say, "Eat my shorts" to all of who you don't like Chavvy and think he's not Mexican enough and that he's the worst signing ever and that Tejada is way awesomer and that Chavvy's not tough enough. 

Why is he my favorite ballplayer?

Usually smooth as silk:

Can crank up the badassery when necessary:

And every so often...sparkle hands!

All in a night's work.