Hey Tommy, buddy, I am really sorry.

You were standing there in your pretty home whites as the crowds streamed into Oracle Arena for FanFest. You were the perfect gentleman, with a ready smile and just doing what I am sure you were told; "Tommy, you are going to join Blevins and Allen and go out and meet the fans." And as a young player on a new team, you lacked the clout to say no, so there you were, deer before the headlights, as the crowds streamed by.

And stream by they did, because you looked like a cross between the janitor and a college kid who paid $300 for his own authentic MLB jersey.

"Who the hell is this guy?" I thought to myself as I too just brushed right by you. You even smiled at me. Creepy janitor guy in a full A's uni just grinned at me. Eww!

The crowds gawked and stared at Allen and his 10ft tall presence, and Blevins didn't look like an emaciated supermodel in person. They say the TV puts 10 lbs on you. That would explain why Blevins looks like he weighs 20 lbs on TV. Fans were snuggling up next to these guys and getting photos and gawking at the real, dyed in the wool MLB players, real baseball players so close you could touch them!

A few people even went over by creepy janitor uniform guy, but I figured that was a mistake. The guy even paid the $20 a letter to have his last name added to the uni...."Milone"

Nico was with me and commented "That's Tommy Milone, came over in the Gio trade."

Oh.

So, I wanted to say I am sorry Tommy Milone that I thought you were a creepy wanna be ball playing janitor guy and not the 8 innings of shutout baseball throwing product of Billy Beane's ever-impressive ability to trade one guy and get several talented guys in return guy. I am sorry I cringed and gave you a wide berth when you smiled at me and I am sorry I snickered behind your back.

And I promise, next year at FanFest, after your likely successful 2012 campaign, when I see you with a crowd around you, that I will wait in line and shake your hand.