Sure, Alex Smith had a mercurial relationship with the Bay Area during his eight-year stint donning the 49ers’ red, but it didn’t take away from the awkward sight of seeing him line up against the 49ers in a different hue of red.
So the end result meant absolutely nothing and it returned with minimal fanfare, but for those who salivate over a pigskin getting tossed around and grown men annihilating each other, the return of the NFL was enough to appease all for a few more weeks.
Excuse us, San Francisco, the puke on your faux Brian Wilson beard is showing.
If the baseball-loving world had forgotten that the first-place Oakland A’s both existed and were extremely good, with one outlandish flip of the bat, Yoenis Céspedes reminded everyone that they’re still around and still flush with talent.
The 27 Padres who came up fruitless against Tim Lincecum on Saturday night in San Diego can attest that the rumors of Lincecum’s demise as a pitcher may have been a wee bit premature.
It does not suck to be a fan of Oakland-based sports franchises these days.
Allen Crabbe waited, and waited, and waited, and waited.
On a day reserved for the dads of the world, it was a mom from Berkeley who won Father’s Day in record-breaking fashion.
Whoa, whoa, whoa – the Oakland A’s aren’t actually allowed to lose, are they?
Way to take the “battle” part out of the Battle of the Bay, Oakland.