Growing up in Anaheim, California, I wasn’t groomed to be an A’s fan.
Throughout my childhood, images of the Dodgers and Angels frequently flashed before my eyes.
Each time those blue or red colored jerseys and hats entered my orbit, I politely turned them away. I usually would see plenty of disappointment on the faces of family and friends when I would show up to social gatherings dressed in green and gold.
My Uncle, at one point, questioned my loyalty to a team that was deemed “too far” to follow. He even demanded that I name one player on the A’s roster.