nuts for the a’s
this past weekend, while prepping for monday’s game i drew a blank. ugh, i had no idea what to bake. chocolate bark, fruit bars, coconut date rolls? with tickets in the first row, i knew that whatever i delivered, it had to be good because if i gave the bullpen something awful, well, the pitchers would know exactly where to find me. in fact, i had visions of the gatorade tub being dumped over my head during the seventh inning stretch, which would make for a cold, sticky, and artificially flavored ride home. so sunday night, i trashed the kitchen and made everybody’s favorite, the chocolate chip cookie. mine featured massive pecan halves, chocolate chunks, and chocolate chips.
naming these cookies proved harder than it would seem, and with 20 minutes left at work, i printed out a sign with one of the worst titles ever: show me your pecan-off move chocolate chunk cookies. you’ve got to say it out loud, and even then, you’ll hear groans from every which way. sorry about that…
sitting at the end of the first row in sec. 129 made me more cautious; i couldn’t throw the cookies, and the foot traffic at that end of the bullpen was minimal, especially with the gas heater on the fritz and 3/4 of the bullpen flocking to the clubhouse to warm up their highly sensitive fingers and palms. thankfully, by the fifth, i was able to loudly whisper to mike wuertz, who leaned back as i leaned forward for a successful hand-off.
the view from our seats was great, and what was even better was watching the game on the dvr later and being able to catch our fuzzy selves in the background over and over again. too bad that the coliseum was spartan at best; the advertised attendance hovered around 10K, which seemed about 8,000 too many for the seats filled (and for the concessions that were barricaded–again, no veggie burgers).