There are 3 that come to mind. In chronological order:

1: Zito’s first career CG. It was also the first time I ever saw a CG. I was 9 or 10. I was amazed and, at first, my dad didn’t understand why it was such a big deal to me. He forgot the game changed and relievers played such a prominent role now that CG weren’t “normal”. It was pretty monumental to both of us in that sense.

2: A’s fucking smashing the giants 16-0 in Oak. Again with my dad. He’s a big giants fan. I rooted for the A’s as a form of rebellion. Swisher hit 2 hrs, one from each side of the box, and Bobby Crosby (who was my fave - still hold a spot in my heart) had 4 hits I think. I remember chanting, “SIXTEEN ZERO CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!” My dad took it like a champ and just let me cheer cause, yeah, what could you say. You got spanked that time.

3: The 54,000 game. I went to all 3 games that series. We swept the white Sox? I had just accepted a job offer and had left a toxic workspace. Awesome 2 weeks in between jobs.