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A Fan Tale by Marc Marshall, edited by Kevin Urquhart
My fandom started before the internet age, which, I suppose, makes me an old-timer. The year was 1982 and I was eight years old. I’m from Boise, Idaho, which has no professional baseball team, of course. The closest team geographically was the recently added expansion franchise, the Seattle Mariners. To an 80s kid in Boise, Seattle may as well have been the moon. I remember the World Series from that year; the Cardinals and Brewers went the full seven games and I took a liking to the rough and tough, long-haired and mustachioed Brew Crew. They did lose, however, which caused my childish loyalty to waver.
That Christmas my uncle, who lived in the Bay Area, sent me a package that contained a collection of Oakland A’s trinkets and memorabilia. There was a bright yellow winter beanie that said “A’s” with a green and gold pom pom at the top, a duffle bag with the team logo, an Oakland A’s magazine with pictures of the players and articles to read. I still have all…