Remember not to give away any Olympics results for those watching it on tape delay!
There will now be a medium sized intermission...
So today I invite you to share your random memories of bizarre games you attended that stand out for one reason or another. Here are some of mine:
Knowing that BART runs its last train at midnight, Nick and I sit through a freezing game against the Chicago White Sox that goes deep into the night until, in the 19th inning and at 11:50something, Jerry Dybzinski boots a routine grounder to SS that allows the winning run to score. Nick and I race furiously down the BART ramp and barely catch the evening's last train. We had no "Plan B."
The A's and Rangers are locked up in a tight 4-4 game all the way into the 15th inning. At which point Texas scores 12 runs and wins 16-4.
The A's tie an American League record by starting the game with 8 consecutive hits. And go on to lose.
There was also the triple steal led by speedster Wayne Gross. And Indians manager Pat Corrales attempting to karate kick Dave Stewart during a bench-clearing brawl. Good times.
Finally, here are some Valentine's Day poems to warm the cockles of your heart, and the heartles of your c-- Never mind.
Our love is like a red, red rose.
It secretly puts money on the carnations.
OK, let me try again.
I think that I shall never see
a thing so lovely as The Big Three
Sorry. How about...
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michael Taylor, oh
No?
Do I dare to eat a Picciolo?
Meh. Happy Valentine's Day. Talk amongst yourselves.
