Welp, this is certainly an unconventional way for the Oakland A's to celebrate winning the NL West. It's also one way to put the kid to bed so Mommy can party with Daddy. No judgement from this non-parent, though. I haven't walked a mile in those shoes and I don't have the first clue about the perils of child ownership. Although I imagine they are plentiful and painstaking, thus why it'll be many years before I bring my hell-spawn into the world. You can thank me later.