Overheard in June
In June’s only slate in West Oakland, you all were making up for lost time and banking some wildness for the time we’ll be apart until July. Here’s what was said around Raimondi this homestand.
Just your casual Congresswoman taking in a ballgame
“Lateefah is in the street in front of the B! The huge B! The one as big as the building!”
“You can enunciate peanuts. I thought you said something else.”
After the Scrappy Race™ where BART finished third.
(Shaking head) “Trains are faster than buses. Trains are faster than possums.”
Dillon Tatum announced at bat.
“CHANNING TATUM?!?”
“I’ll put your tat on me. Yeah, and the real one too.”
A foul ball hits the roof across 20th.
“Such a great sound.”
“One day I will get a hot dog in the hot dog toss. That day is not today.”
Foul ball hits off one of the park’s light poles
“What are the chances of that? It’s inches wide. I mean, isn’t this what you do for a living? So calculate the probability of that and get back to us by the next inning.”
Foul Ball, an Unintended Monologue
That was way closer than I thought.
I don’t know what I’d do if it really came near me.
Once, in elementary school, a kickball hit me in the face.
But I would try to protect you of course.
I mean I would do my best.
I would dive to protect you.
I said dive, not die.
Kids: “Hit a grand slam!”
Adult: “They already hit one!”
Kids (pause): “Hit a grander slam!”
“No, honey, mama needs a Baller beer.”
“What? That kid? He goes to my school.”
“It’s summer. Don’t talk about school.”
“I was like, you can come back to my place and I can cook you tamales. She wasn’t that impressed by that.”
“He’s a kid. I’m a kid. We’re all kids. We can’t be kids and toddlers. It’s just not possible.”
Where parents are briefly separated from kids running the bases on Sunday
“At first I thought it was weird I couldn’t go with him. But then I was like, great, two minutes this weekend where I don’t need to parent. And I would definitely try to outrun some of the kids and that’s not a good look. Like, trust me.”
“Scrappy, are you a father?”
Scrappy briefly confirms his backstory with his minder. He nods.
“I knew it!”
