On Long Beach
I spent the afternoon exploring Long Beach. I didn't think that this part of my trip would have anything to do with baseball, but as I passed by a fisherman on the pier, he called out to me.
"A's man, I love the A's! I wanted to go to that game so bad last night!"
He had a can of Budweiser on his bench. He was in a very good mood.
I mentioned that I was at the game, and that I was going that night, too. He said how desperately he wanted to go to the game.
"You know "Blue Moon" Odom?" he said.
"I've heard of him," I answered.
"He's my Uncle."
He didn't seem too terribly delusional, so I don't think it was just a story. Who knows, maybe I did meet the nephew of an old Oakland Athletic pitcher.
And here I thought I was just out for an afternoon at the beach.
More photos of my afternoon at the beach.
"A's man, I love the A's! I wanted to go to that game so bad last night!"
He had a can of Budweiser on his bench. He was in a very good mood.
I mentioned that I was at the game, and that I was going that night, too. He said how desperately he wanted to go to the game.
"You know "Blue Moon" Odom?" he said.
"I've heard of him," I answered.
"He's my Uncle."
He didn't seem too terribly delusional, so I don't think it was just a story. Who knows, maybe I did meet the nephew of an old Oakland Athletic pitcher.
And here I thought I was just out for an afternoon at the beach.
More photos of my afternoon at the beach.
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