This article messed me up. Not the negotiations part. That messed me up long ago. But the photo accompanying this article. It’s a picture of the outfield bleachers in OAK. It got me thinking: where would @whatwouldDOOdo and I be without fans? Not just at games, but in our life?
5 years ago, a young A’s fan dressed up like me on Superhero night(!!!) at the ballpark. I struck up friendship with her mom. Years later; her mom was the maid of honor at my wedding, and she was my flower girl. 
A’s fans (and fans of other teams all over the country) raised almost $40,000 to help us buy tickets for local LGBTQ youth to fill the stands at the A’s very first Pride Night. It was beautiful. They made it all happen. We just facilitated their generosity.
One of my closest friends is a season ticket holder at the Oakland Coliseum. Long after Sean was traded, she still visits us and sends us cookies. She texts me every single game since he was traded to notify me when he’s done pitching and it’s safe to come out of my hidey hole.
From the moment Sean was traded to the Nats, Nats fans have been unbelievably welcoming and generous. Fans sent us a care package to welcome us. They partied with us at Night Out. The Half Street Irregulars raised thousands of dollars for SMYAL.
I’m sorry this will come off sappy, but @whatwouldDOOdo and I are extremely lucky to have been welcomed by two amazing fanbases in OAK and DC. We’ve forged so many meaningful friendships that began in those bleachers and stadium seats, and they have extended outside of baseball.
This whole long (very self-indulgent!) thing is to say: I’m so sorry that baseball isn’t very fun right now. You deserve better. Baseball isn’t baseball without you, I’m not me without you, we aren’t us without you. Thank you for everything.
(I am of course now mortified that I emoted publicly 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️)
