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Nah, 2002 was it. That was the year every A's fan told me how great the A's were. That was the year that in September, I told my summer job that I won't be able to work next week cause I'm going to Oakland to watch the Angels play the A's. My boss said she would fire me if I didn't come back into work, but she didn't realize I was only there to make beer money for my next term at Oregon State University. Beer isn't free.
That lady thought I was trying to make a career out of Subway sandwich making and that she'd put my career to a stop if I went to Oakland. Poor lady.
So there I was, in a car with my buddies, headed to Oakland. We had good seats. There were Raiders fans all around us. Near the end of the game, an Angel victory over the A's that Troy Percival closed out with 100 mph fastballs that Eric Chavez had no chance against, some A's fan that was also a Raiders fan called me out.
"HEY ANGELS FAN, WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WON A WORLD SERIES?", he said.
"THIS ****ING YEAR, BITCH" was my response. It was 2002. The Angels did win the World Series that year. The A's would have to settle for their Michael Lewis book and Bradd Pitt. I was right all along.
As I always am.
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