When your team has the worst batting average in all of major league baseball, but is still somehow in first place, it can be quite stressful. On the one hand, your team is awful. On the other hand, you have hope. It's enough to drive you nuts.
I couldn't take it anymore. So I left. Now, I'm in a place where nobody cares a lick if the A's can't hit a lick. The only way I can stress about the A's now is if I go out of my way to do so.
Go ahead and try to figure out what city I am in from these photos I took today. No fair guessing if I already told you where I was going.