It was a Friday night. All seemed right in the world.

San Francisco Chronicle baseball columnist John Shea took a moment to note the improvement in Coco Crisp’s fate.

Coco Crisp goes from accusing A’s of benching him to prevent $13M option from vesting to hitting key RBI single for Indians in World Series.

— John Shea (@JohnSheaHey) October 29, 2016

This benign observation somehow set off Smash Mouth, the band known for a couple worldwide hits years ago, and more recently, being excitable on Twitter about their Bay Area teams.

@JohnSheaHey The A’s are a joke, good for CC!

— Smash Mouth (@smashmouth) October 29, 2016

Everything seems par for the course so far. Whichever band member tweets from the account typically has strong opinions on sports. But here’s where it gets confusing: The Oakland A’s official account took the salvo a bit too personally and started gunning for the pop-rock band’s jugular.

(The A’s deleted all of their tweets, but that’s a GIF of Marcus Semien laughing in the dugout. Get it? It’s because Smash Mouth is a joke.)

Alas, the bickering continued.

The band continued to tweet along the same lines — that the @Athletics sounded childish and that they have great fans and need to do better — because they are typically logged on and live to post.

And the A’s had one final note before calling it a night.

Then Saturday came and cooler heads prevailed as someone in the Oakland organization realized just what the hell had happened the night before.

The team offered a make-good using a GIF of Stephen Vogt, (who with the right styling could definitely pass for a member of Smash Mouth).

Hey @smashmouth – sorry we let our competitive juices get the best of us. Tickets and a 1st pitch are on us anytime you’re in the East Bay. pic.twitter.com/wfsKcBr1NW

— Oakland Athletics (@Athletics) October 29, 2016

So to answer the question posed in the headline: Who won the Twitter beef between the last-place team in the AL West and a band who made millions of dollars singing the theme song for Shrek?

No one. Everyone lost. We’re all losers now, actually.

(Well, except for Shea — maybe.)