and it was most than lovely.
The food was good, the friends fine and the As managed to win their game by getting three runs in the first inning and managing not to blow either the fielding or pitching too badly after that. The final score was OAK 4 – SEA 3. Please note, the Mariners actually had 9 hits to the As 4. Go figure.
The RF149 section count today was four flags, three drums, three cowbells, triangles, jingles and a lot of yelling. Oh, yes, and banners across the entire front. Several of the fans are die hards, planning to drive to Stockton after the game for the evening game there (Asparagus Day with Sonny Gray pitching). Seems to me a long drive.
I caught the first BART out, then waited at Lake Merritt. As I was standing there, a guy came running past with a backpack. Behind him an elderly gentleman was screaming “stop thief.” Me? I can’t run right now without going on my face and I was too slow to stick out a foot. But another fan, complete with yellow jersey took off after him and captured the dude by 2/3 of the way down the platform. The train, which had been about to leave, waited. The dude, having tossed the pack right as he was caught was arguing to leave. The security guy who apparently saw the whole thing on camera came down to hold him till the police came. Meanwhile, the rest of us picked up all the scattered belongings. The older guy just wanted his stuff and headed back to the train (he also had a suitcase…).
We all congratulated the Good Samaritan; mentioning that he was a whole lot faster than Billy Butler (well on second thought, I am faster than Billy Butler with zero cardiac reserve at the moment). Probably faster than Khris Davis who can hit but doesn’t seem to throw or run. In any case, a good citizen was much appreciated by all.
I ran out of steam by the end of the afternoon and an early supper at the Eldest turned into me crashing for the evening. Since she was home, the cats pretty much let me sleep….
