The Chronicle’s Ann Killion wrote a charming piece about the peculiar bromance between A’s outfielder and Josh Reddick.
It’s your typical odd couple-type story that the mainstream media can’t help themselves from eating up during the long and often monotonous spring training schedule: Person A likes to do X. Person B likes to do Y. Person A and Person B are best friends. Boom. Story.
In this case, Reddick is the self-proclaimed “redneck” from Georgia who likes NASCAR and WWE; Blackley is the tatted-up Aussie who likes heavy metal. The story writes itself!
It’s a fun read, and if you’re an A’s fan, we recommend it.
But that’s not what we’re here to talk about. In the story we come across something that my 10-year-old maturity level couldn’t help but to share (emphasis mine) with you fine folks:
When they’re not out on man dates, the roommates play video games together on an Xbox, though Blackley, who recently turned 30, thinks he may be maturing because he often gets bored and just w