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This evening I will be in the Oakland Coliseum for the game between the Oakland A's and the Cleveland Indians.  Why, you may ask.  Neither team is having a very good season, and I am a diehard Giants fan. 

I don't even like the American League, mostly because of the designated hitter rule.  In the immortal words of Crash Davis:

"I believe in the soul ... the small of a woman's back, the hanging curveball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter." - Crash Davis (Kevin Costner) in "Bull Durham"

So why am I going?  Because my youngest daughter Abby, along with 20 or so other girls in her high school chorus, is going to sing the Star Spangled Banner before the game.  That's right, they'll be down there on the field, walking across the green turf and the infield dirt, to entertain the crowd with their own version of our national anthem.  I've never even been on a major league baseball field, despite having attended hundreds of games.  

So I'll be there in the stands, smiling and cheering at the end of the song, for the members of the Bella Voce Chorus of Acalanes High School.

Let's hope it's not a rainout.