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June 19, 2023June 19, 2023

How long is something supposed to last? A requiem for baseball

*Jordan and Fernando arrived early and lost their voices during the Reverse Boycott on June 13, 2023.*

After an endlessly toxic relationship, Major League Baseball is breaking up with Oakland. I have no intention of staying friends.

I realized it immediately upon walking into the Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum on Tuesday – practically the second we walked in. This is not a team that is intending to stay.

As one of the few, proud Oakland A’s fans remaining, I was in attendance for the Reverse Boycott game on Tuesday night – I hope you’ve come across some video from that day. It was an incredible cathartic experience that was more of a protest than a baseball game. One of the greatest experiences of my life. But I confess: I left that game convinced the A’s were gone.

March 29, 2018March 29, 2018

A little about Venice; and a lot about my dad

(This was written March 22)

I’ve been thinking a lot about my dad.

It makes sense: the anniversary of his death was less than a month ago. But the strangest thing about my father’s passing is how long it took to affect me.

Maybe it’s the softness that develops with old age. Since I’m now an ancient 33 years old (the same age Jesus was when he was crucified), I’ve definitely started getting sappier. Like, cry-during-a-pasta-commercial sappy. OK, so that hasn’t actually happened, but there are a variety of situations that will result in tears now.

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January 4, 2018January 4, 2018

The Broken Sunglasses: On Life, Loss and Carrying On

I broke my sunglasses.

That in and of itself is not remarkable. In fact, the sunglasses in question were from the Dollar Tree, because of how often I break sunglasses. That’s where I always buy my sunglasses, and there’s a reason for that. Continue reading “The Broken Sunglasses: On Life, Loss and Carrying On”