Man, it was sure refreshing to be back in my old seat banging away on my bugaraboo. There was an electricity that I haven't felt in years.

High Street and I were laying down the tracks and most of the usual crew were all playing on some percussion instruments that I'd brought.

There were a few times that I flashed back to 2006. In fact there was even a time when I flashed back to 2003-04. When Andrew Bailey was doing his top of the fourth strut to the bull pen from the dugout I had to do a double take because my mind was substituting Keith Foulke for Andrew Bailey.

Then there was the sight of Miguel Tejada back in Oakland and the obligatory Tejada beat that ensued before he smashed a shot down the line that thankfully "Koos" snared, making us all rething EVER playing that beat again.

There was Chavy smashing a ball off the LC fence to his beat and a couple of new beats for some of the new guys.

The old feeling was never stronger that when I stopped near the exit and played for a couple of minutes while the locals hooted and hollered crescendoing in "Let's Go Oakland" as we celebrated a victory.

Last Night was special for many reasons, but probably most of all because my son, Forrest, who is now 16, was drumming with me for the last inning. That was really special. I love that he loves, on his own, the place and the people that were my home and family for a few years of my life.

Cheers AN, and Let's Go OAKLAND!!!!