Totally Unauthorized

For a guy who doesn’t care much about sports, it’s an odd situation that I have spent two consecutive Saturday nights at the Oakland Coliseum complex.  Last week the fights, this week an A’s game.

Sally Woolsey is a huge baseball fan, holder of Oakland A’s season tickets.  Once a year she and Kit rent a suite and invite their friends; last night was the night.  Gail and I were privileged to be on the guest list. Gail was glued to the Olympics and couldn’t be budged, but I never say no to a party and off I went.

Paul McDaniel was at will call with the ticket, and then we had to walk to the complete other side of the building where the suite entrance is.  There are 3 or 4 floors of suites, and I think we walked them all before we found the right place.  I now have done my exercise for the month.

The crowd was friends and family, with a strong emphasis on family.  Especially this cutie:

Juliette’s big brother, Judah

Yes, there are fine comfortable seats in a suite. Sometimes you just don’t want to use them.

I’m a bridge player first, and a baseball fan 32nd.  I could watch a ball game, or sit with this crowd and talk bridge:

For a bridge player like me, this was the tall cotton.  I got to sit there for three hour and talk (mostly listen) to high level bridge and bridge gossip.  That’s about as good as it gets for me.

There was a buffet with hot dogs (of course), BBQ pork, chicken, potatoes and veggies.  Huge fruit trays.  Fresh cookies arrived.  Chips and dip, popcorn, peanuts in the shell. Wine, beer, soft drinks.  The Coliseum does a good job of provisioning a party.

OK, a couple more kid pictures, just because I like them.

It’s always nice to see couples who still like to be close.

Okay, there was a baseball game going on, too.  Oakland was playing Seattle, and I think Seattle was the winner.  Here’s the most baseball thing that happened:

I had a great time.  I spent hours with my friends, ate too much, did the Wave and went home happy.  Thanks Sally.  Thanks Kit.