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Eric Chavez got upset that the A’s enjoyed themselves on Saturday

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The Yankees and Athletics played a 14 inning game on Saturday. It was kind of a wild one. But Eric Chavez wanted the A’s to know that their enthusiasm, excitement and general tomfoolery was out of line:

After Saturday’s 10-9 Yankee win, Chavez told the Post’s Joel Sherman that following each of Oakland’s three homers in the 13th inning, he saw the majority of the team’s bench doing “an orchestrated clapping, chanting” celebration. Chavez labeled it “high school-ish” and “pretty unprofessional,” while also saying, “I am all for having fun, but that crossed the line.”

I didn’t see it so I guess it’s possible it went sorta crazy, but in a world where every year a team comes up with some new totally-contrived thing like Antler Claws or Beast Mode or — shudder, getting pies in the face! — or whatever, I think some clapping and jumping around in a dugout after a home run is gonna be OK. Especially for a young team that is doing stuff that no one thought it was supposed to be doing.

And I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that a 24 year-old Eric Chavez got a little excited during that mega winning streak the Moneyball A’s went on in late 2002.

James McCann is in The Best Shape of His Life

Detroit Tigers catcher James McCann blows a bubble while warming up during a spring training baseball workout, Saturday, Feb. 27, 2016, in Lakeland, Fla. (AP Photo/John Raoux)
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As I note every spring, “Best Shape of His Life” stories aren’t really about players being in The Best Shape of Their Lives. They’re about players and agents seeking to create positive stories.

We know this because the vast majority of Best Shape of His Life claims are about guys who were either injured the season before, guys who had subpar years the season before or players whose conditioning was a point of controversy the season before. These folks, or their agents + reporters who have little if nothing to write about in the offseason = BSOHL.

James McCann hurt his ankle last season and had a subpar year at the plate. So not only is he a perfect BSOHL candidate, he went old school with the claim and hit it right on the money, verbatim:

Spring training is less than a month away, folks!

Bo Jackson is not gonna change kids’ minds

1989:  Bo Jackson #16 of the Kansas City Royals practices his swing as he prepares to bat during a game in the 1989 season.  (Photo by Jonathan Daniel/Getty Images)
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Last week Bo Jackson said that, if he had it to do all over again, he would have never played professional football and that he would never let his kids play. The sport is too violent, he said. “I’d tell them, ‘Play baseball, basketball, soccer, golf, just anything but football.’”

Fair enough. Thom Loverro of the Washington Times, however, thinks that Bo could do more than simply give his opinion on the matter. He thinks Bo should become an official ambassador for Major League Baseball:

Baseball commissioner Rob Manfred, pick up the phone right now and call Bo Jackson. Tell him you have a job for him — vice president of something, whatever you would call the man in charge of converting a generation of young athletes to baseball. And pay him what he wants.

You won’t find a better symbol of the differences between the two sports than Bo Jackson. After all, he was an All-Star in both. Bo knows football. Bo knows baseball.

Bo, tell the children — baseball over football.

The Children: “Who is Bo Jackson?”

Yeah, I’m being a bit flip here, but dude: Jackson is 54 years-old. He last played baseball 23 years ago. I’d personally run through a wall for Bo Jackson, but I’m 43. I was 12 when he won the Heisman trophy. While he may loom large to middle aged sports writers, a teenager contemplating what sport to play is not going to listen to someone a decade or more older than his parents.

This isn’t terribly important in the grand scheme of things, but it’s indicative of how most columnists process the world through their own experiences and assume they apply universally. It’s probably the biggest trap most sports opinion folks fall into.