And deliciously snarky.

As for the first quote…it probably wasn’t the greatest metaphor to use. Rocky didn’t win…

Hell, the Giants did the equivalent of getting knocked out in the first round.

My dislike of all things San Francisco was solidified by his comments, which were (and are) typical of SF sports fans. After he said the “nothing in Oakland I want” crack, I wanted the A’s to beat the living shite out of the Gnats, and, of course, they did.

How many? Let’s count:
1. Elitists who believe they are underdogs are funny.
2. Softball uniforms? What about those orange numbers the Giants wore to keep up with everyone else in the late 70’s early 80’s? Followers.
3. Tradition? When the A’s won this particular series didn’t they move into second place all time for World Series titles? What better tradition is there again?
4. Confidence v. Bragging? It ain’t bragging if it’s true… Well okay I don’t believe that exactly, but you telling me Will Clark ranting about how he was a “masher” after they beat the Cubs wasn’t bragging?

That drivel reminds me of the time I was at AT&T Park and Jesse Foppert, you know of the Giants big 3 that would eventually be better than the A’s Big 3, was walking A’s left and right.

A fan in our section yelled, “Come on Jesse they won’t swing anyway!” And he kept grumbling each time a pitch was called a ball. My brother yelled out during an at bat , “Come on a pop up a bad pitch so this guy will quit whining!”

Seriously… talking walks isn’t some newfangled concept. I learned it in my first year post Tee Ball when my coach said, “Make him throw you your pitch.” And then later when he said, “Take for a strike.” And then when he said, “A walk is as good as hit.”

If tradition means putting up plaques of guys like Kirk Manwaring to highlight how awesome your legacy is, I’ll pass.

Damn I am all agitated now.

Effin’ Giants.

and STFU.

Wait…is it this guy? THAT guy’s saying San Francisco is/was more authentic than Oakland?

what a stiff, that is just too funny. Would have loved to see the look on his face after the 4 game annihilation by the Oaklands.

1) I was in graduate school at the time of the Earthquake Series. One of my professors—who’s a lifelong Yankee fan and a very self-conscious lefty (though one of those peculiar academics who is very invested in his own left-wing credentials even though he isn’t — by real world standards, let alone academic ones — that far to the left), came up to me on the day of Game 1 and said “I’m pulling for the A’s. They’re the real working class team!” I felt like saying, “what the hell would a Yankee fan know about working class?!?,” but I was a lowly grad student and bit my tongue instead.

2) On the night of the Pretty Big One, I had been planning to watch the game at home. But none of my roommates were around. And there was just something depressing about sitting home alone and watching by myself. So I got into my car to drive to the Graduate College where people would be gathering at the bar to watch the game. But within thirty seconds of getting into my car and turning the radio on (to WFAN in NYC which was broadcasting the Series), the earthquake happened (though it took several minutes to figure what exactly had occured). By the time I arrived at the Grad College, it was clear that a major quake had hit. So I ran into the TV lounge with a different and disturbing agenda: to figure out what happened and whether I should worry about my family back in Berkeley. When I got there, the TV was beginning to show images of destruction. I struck up a conversation with a woman I hadn’t met before whose sister was a Berkeley undergrad and was similarly worried. Though we wouldn’t start dating until several years later, that was the first time I met my wife!