@starvinmarv

We walked into the Coliseum (my whole family, 7 of us) knowing it was the end of an era. The old concrete giant, with all its flaws and all its soul, had one more game to give us. Sitting there with everyone, I thought of all the generations who had cheered in these seats, and how lucky we were to witness the A’s one last time. The smell of garlic fries, the chants echoing off the concrete upper deck, the drumbeats from the headbangers in the bleachers, it all felt louder, heavier, more sacred. When the final out was made, the place erupted not with triumph but with gratitude and mourning. We hugged, we cried, we stood in awe of what this ballpark had meant to us. The Coliseum wasn’t just a stadium. It was a home. Flawed but faithful, and on its final day, it gave us a memory I’ll never forget. Oakland forever. Fuck John Fisher.