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I knew it was a trick
I just entered to the most recent MLB contest and was given these
instructions to follow. Who actually goes through all these steps? Promotions shouldn’t make a fan/customer feel taken advantage of — just sayin’.
You’ve just earned an entry into our weekly drawing for a Sharp AQUOS®
32″ Class (31-1/2″ Diagonal) LCD TV and now you’re on deck to see if
you’re a potential instant winner. Please follow the steps below.
- Click PRINT GAME PIECE to print your instant win game piece.
- Locate a participating retailer by entering your zip code into retail
locator. - Bring your printed game piece to a participating retailer provided.
- Once at the participating retailer, hold up the printed game piece to the in-store display to find out if you’re a winner.
Okay, maybe I’m a little tense on trading day. Like an old friend with a cheap warm beer Ray Ratto of the SF Chronicle assuaged my fears by confirming them and telling me that the whole thing would be a big bore for both the A’s and the Giants. It was a surprisingly relaxing blow: don’t bother believing in the A’s or going to any more games this year, the A’s are sunk. They’ll break your heart next year too, but if you hold on, they might be good in 2010.
If Beane were my boyfriend, I would have dumped him a long time ago. I’m sick of hearing, “it’s gonna be better next year” “we’re going to really kick *ss later in the season” or “The A’s are thinking ‘long term’” “Just wait till you see what these prospects can do”. Not that I don’t think Beans an awesome GM. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be our GM in fact, but it’s just hard to put your heart into a team of promises. Promises weaker than the cluttered ad campaigns I see on the BART everyday. Promises without stories. If we’re a rag-tag team, then I want some good stories about it — like the Dodgers. They’re full of great stories about their antics, and it just makes winning all the better.
I realize I’m a little too hard on the A’s. I’m sure
they’ve got some great plans up their sleeves. It’s a sunny day in
the bay, and I’m curious to see what unfolds by tomorrow morning.
Cust and Duchscherer at Macy’s
When I heard that Jack Cust and Justin Duchscherer were going to be signing autographs at Macy’s earlier this month, I took a well deserved day off of work and took myself out to a ballgame and then to Pleasanton for the signing. The game was awesome, I snuck down to the seats right above the A’s bullpen, had a beer in the sunshine, and watch Duchscherer close down the Tigers with the help of Cust’s home run.
Taking the BART over, I imagined myself getting my picture taken with the guys in some campy poses. Like Cust and I arm wrestling or Justin and I high-fiving. But when I got to Macy’s I realized my camera’s batteries were dead so I ran a dead sprint around the mall and down some road (in snake skin heels – why I wore heels to a ballgame is beyond me) to a liquor store for a disposable camera. The 16 year old clerk decided to hassle me about buying a cheap camera to “remember the night with” – what a jerk. I paid it no mind though, because soon I would be impressing my friends with the coolest A’s pictures they’d ever seen.
Which didn’t even come close to happening. I barely got my green sparkely jacket signed (they were only suppose to sign Macy’s baseballs) and was able to mumble out “good hussle” to Cust. He said thank you. In my imagination, though, I not only recounted to the guys how much joy watching games is for me, but thanked them from the bottom of my heart for their hard work and making summer fun. And somehow saying all of that would spark just a fraction of the absolute excitement and happiness I get from baseball in them.
I said good hussle and was herded out of line. But man, I’m telling you, the night before that Jack Cust (who isn’t know for his speed) outran the first baseman, driving Kurt Suzuki home to score the winning run. I was listening to the radio at my house and jumping for joy in the kitchen — and I truly meant good hussle!
I developed my disposable camera last night. Here are the pictures that came out (pretend that Cust and I are arm wrestling with snarky smiles as Justin looks on laughing — pretend that we’re all buddies and they know how much I appreciate them for playing with their hearts):
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