I watched a lot of the MLB playoffs during the last month (that's my excuse for not posting here often). I grew up an A's fan, (Andy and I cut school once (very much outdone here by my friend Rick) to watch a game. Dennis Eckersley's daughter and I were in the same english class in jr. high. I cried when Gibson hit the hr in 1988. I loved that the A's swept the Giants in 1989.), but due to the distance, time difference, numerous heartbreaks, and growing up have lost some of my passion for the team. It's fun to watch such compelling games when one's heart does not fear being broken.
My parents came out for a week of watching leaves turn and kids grow. Despite the week-long absence of stomach flu in our house, somehow both mom and dad came down with it (was it from someone else???).