The Braves' misbegotten trip to Oakland brings home the wreck of a once great franchise.
I'll go on record: I don't like the so-called "balanced schedule." Call me Mr. Boomer, but I want the Braves to play National League teams.
A few series against the Red Sox, Yankees or Orioles is fine, but I grew up loving National League ball. OK, I've accepted the designated hitter in the "senior circuit."
Seeing the nearly empty Oakland Coliseum, notorious for its sewer problems, broken bathrooms and rodents, I sympathize with A's fans.
A few hearty survivors of the Athletics' glory days still show up to the deteriorating civic ruin, wearing the team's classic green and gold uniforms to cheer their team on. I felt a pang of sadness watching a dad eating hot dogs with his little boy, who wore an A's cap.
Under owner John Fisher, a Gap clothing chain heir, the former Money Ball wonders have traded away players like the Braves' Matt Olson and Sean Murphy. Competitive for years in the American League West, the A's are now headed for the worst season in major league history.
Yet, the National League East leading Braves have dropped two straight to the woebegone A's before Wednesday's series- concluding game.
After a dreadful cross-country overnight flight from Atlanta, the Braves had to play an early afternoon game on Memorial Day, losing 7-2.
A military officer delivered a spine-tingling performance of "God Bless America" to nearly empty seats. The small wave of applause was poignant, marking the end of a love affair between a city and its team.
Despite the Braves' sleep-walking performance, Atlanta fans saw hope in the return of pitcher Mike Soroka from two devastating injuries.
Soroka appeared fine until giving up four runs in one inning, including a home run, to a barely major league lineup. While wishing still young Mike the best, I fear what will happen when he goes up against a team like the Dodgers or Yankees.
The Athletics' decline is among the saddest stories of America's sports-obsessed, late capitalist economy.
Unable to reach a deal with the city of Oakland for a new stadium, Fisher is laying the foundation for an ill-considered move to Las Vegas, to join the NFL's Raiders, which once played before full houses of adoring fans in Oakland.
The money-hungry Fisher has enticed Las Vegas officials to give up some of their gambling loot for a 30,000-seat stadium somewhere on the desert city's fabulous strip.
Major League baseball apparently supports the move, subject to approval by the other owners. While Vegas fans turn out for the Raiders and a Stanley Cup-worthy hockey team, the desert city appears too small to support baseball. Those 100-degree days will require a roof and heavy air conditioning.
Commissioner Rob Manfred's backing for the A's move to Vegas raises questions, when more worthy cities like Charlotte, Nashville and Portland are hungry for baseball.
Once professional sports shunned Vegas because of its gambling industry. Now, with sports betting frequently touted on NBA, NFL and Major League broadcasts, Vegas is a pro sports shrine.
The Athletics have always been a boom or bust franchise. In Philadelphia early in the 20th century, Connie Mack built some of baseball's greatest teams, then dismantled them.
The vagabond franchise wandered to Kansas City and Oakland, where outlaw owner Charlie O. Finley won three straight championships in the 1970s, then traded away stars like Reggie Jackson and Catfish Hunter.
During the Moneyball years, the A's developed great young talent, yet were never ever to win another World Series. With all of its stars playing elsewhere, Fisher's decimated team struggles to draw 5,000 fans.
Gritty, majority black Oakland once proudly cheered for the Raiders, the A's and the NBA Warriors. Now San Francisco's bluesy sibling by the bay will be left with no team, and a desolate coliseum.