How’s this off-season working for you? Lew Wolfe is gone. Mike Crowley is gone. The A’s stink. We A’s fans require something outrageous to power us through our winter of discontent. So, where the heck is Billy Beane?
I don’t know about anybody else but I yearn for the golden age of chaotic team turnover. When was that, 18 months ago? Seems like 18 centuries ago. I have no stomach for this bottom-dwelling franchise gradualism. Slow and steady may be more productive but it sure as hell ain’t entertaining. I would rather watch Clay Wood fertilize the Coliseum grass.