The reason I hate interleague play has nothing to do with the fact that games between the Giants and the A’s are invariable boring, lifeless affairs with none of the heat of a real rivalry, like, say, the Giants and Dodgers. Well, maybe it has a little to do with that, and a little to do with the fact that the A’s always seem to dominate the Giants. I don’t mind 1-0 games, especially after the three slugfests in a row in Houston, but it never seemed as if the Giants were even in this one. They only had two hits in the game, and their only threat was a weak eighth inning rally that never got a runner past third. So yeah, I hate interleague play.

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One year ago: Absence
"Now I’m rockin’ and rollin’ like the much younger man I never actually was."

Two years ago: No News
"A person could drown in bad news and never see the lifeline thrown out by family and friends and hope for a better future."

Three years ago: Pressure
"Why did I feel as if I'd spent a little too much time locked in a sauna, and not one of the pleasant, family-oriented Finnish ones with the snow right outside the door so you can cool off quickly, but one of those dank, musky Turkish ones with the rusty overhead fan that doesn't work and stuff growing on the walls?"

Four years ago: Sunday in the Dark
"It went from a quiet house with only the sounds of the rain on the roof and the birds twittering at the feeder, to a full-on full-volume sound tunnel."

Five years ago: Unoccupied
"It was too nice a day to sit inside, so I sat outside instead."

Six years ago: No Snow Tonight
"It's been almost a month since I moved, but it's taken me this long to uncover the first major casualty."