Bleeding Green and Gold

I started following Major League Baseball at the age of 10, shortly
after the A's moved from Kansas City to Oakland in 1968, and it didn’t
take me very long at all to figure out that baseball was, at least for
me, the greatest sport in the history of the universe (nothing else has
ever come close).
I regularly begged my parents to take me to A's games as a youngster,
but it never happened often enough for my liking (Oakland was a long,
arduous 90 minute drive away from our home in the central valley).
Nonetheless, I always treasured every moment of the games I did attend.
I quickly became attached to the A's in a big way, and followed their
every move as if my own life hung in the balance. I remember being
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