I found my way to my assigned seat and found that it was not the greatest place for someone wearing prominent Giants orange. (I was wearing a black long-sleeve shirt with an orange Giants t-shirt over it, plus my Giants cap with assorted pins.) It was a bunch of A's season-ticket holders, one of whom had turned in an unused ticket, which the A's had -- quite sensibly -- resold. They were good-natured enough about it, but joked that I should fear for my health sitting there.
I said, "Oh, I'm not worried, but if this were a Raiders game, I'd be taking out additional life insurance!"
Last night was a big celebration of A's pitcher Dallas Braden's perfect game. The A's presented him (and his grandmother, which I found touching) with prizes and awards and everyone cheered him, me included. A perfect game is an incredible feat -- his was only the 19th in the history of MLB -- and deserves the accolades.
In the middle of the third inning, seeing that a block of several seats two rows behind and one section to the left of me had never filled, and needing to do something for my freezing fingers, I excused myself from my seat, went up and bought a hot chocolate (mainly for the heat), and sat in the block of empty seats. This meant I missed the sequence where Barry Zito gave up three runs, which is just as well. As a bonus, most of the people in this area were wearing orange and black, not green and gold. Not surprisingly, there were lots of Giants fans at the game; unfortunately, their team didn't give the much of a chance to cheer for them.
It was not a very good night for the slumping Giants, who simply couldn't get a hit with runners in scoring position. Indeed, the only run they got was batted in from first. The A's won 6-1, and Barry Zito lost another game in his old home ball park.
At least getting home was simple enough, although I think it took something like twenty minutes to slowly inch my way through the sea of people working their way across the sky bridge from the Coliseum to the BART station. It was so crowded on the BART platform that I took the first train that arrived, even though it was going to Dublin/Pleasanton instead of Fremont, just to get clear of the crowd. I got off at the next station and boarded the Fremont train that was following the D/P train by about two minutes and rode back to Union City without further incident.
That exhausts my desire to go to the Coliseum for another season. And maybe my budget for seeing baseball games for the year, as I ended up buying a more expensive ticket than I originally intended simply because it was available. It was a great view of the field, though.