I don’t watch as much baseball as I once did. I certainly don’t make the A’s the central part of my life, as I did pretty much for most of it leading into 2002 when my bosses handed me the keys to the dream job.
But Tuesday, I watched the Cleveland Indians. Monday, too. And Sunday.
Selfishly, I rooted for them to lose. Just one time. Just once to keep them from getting to 20.
See that dream job forced me to follow a dream winning streak, one that 15 years later still seems surreal. Twenty remains very meaningful to me, and — I’m willing to bet — anybody who was associated in any way with the 2002 A’s.