Death of a sports town
What does a city lose when its pro teams leave? Oakland just might find out.
YOU BEGIN TO see the future ruins of Oakland's sports empire as you round the bend and head south on Interstate 880, past the estuary and the warehouses and the seven-days-a-week swap meet that sits in the lot of the old drive-in. The future ruins rise abruptly from the vast asphalt lots, their concrete majesty architectural testaments to the solidity of stark gray concrete and the power of the Cement Masons Local 300.
It was at one time a perfectly serviceable setup. ...
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