I have been pulling for Barry from day one, to complete the mission and fulfill his destiny
as the Homerun King. It's so poetic that he would hit number 714 in the ball park
and city that I grew up in. I know every blade of grass on that field,
every spot of tobacco juice in the dug out and every taste of relish,
mustard and sauer kraut on the hotdogs. I know when the temperature will
drop to a cold winter breeze on a summer night and when the pop ups
change to homeruns from the bay winds. This is My house.
The Oakland Coliseum. The stomping grounds and heroics
of Mr. October (Reggie Jackson). Barry, thank you for blessing
my house. Perhaps a shadow of things to come. I'm so proud of the
Oakland A's fans. They showed class and respect as they honored
Barry with a standing ovation and a curtain call. The Bay Area.
We do our on thing and have our own thoughts. The historic
moment was received in the manner that all of baseball
should receive it. Number 714 hit in Oakland!
What a Wonderful Life indeed.
One bottle down, one to go.