We just went to our first Oakland A's game. No one does the wave anymore I guess. Someone tried to start it. He tried again and again. He would raise his hands at the base of a section (trying not to spill his beer), and then would run along encouraging the movement of the wave but there were too many obstacles. First, the beer, secondly, as he ran, his shorts kept falling down so he would try to hold them while he ran and held his beer and, finally, he was wearing flip flops. He was joined by a guy with one of those #1 hands with the large finger, and a young boy. It was very entertaining.
There was also an incredibly drunk and even more incredibly loud fan about 10 seats away with his completely drunk friends. Awful. The guy kinda freaked Max out, and me. Everyone else found it funny, I hated it. Finally he went over the line (whatever that was) and the cops came and dragged him (and the staggering buddies) out. Applause from the fans.
The A's won the game. Max went home with a giant #1 finger and an A's hat, Aiden got to run around and play in the "fun" area and BZ got to see his first or second professional ball game.
Oh, and we were in the shade and freezing even though it was 80 degrees everywhere else.
I can't wait to go back.
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