How an 8-year-old provided perspective on the A’s move to Las Vegas

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The A’s impending move to Las Vegas had left me sort of .. well, unmoved. Aside from feeling badly for the faithful A’s fans, I’d mostly taken a pragmatic, almost apathetic view that comes from spending more than three decades as a journalist.

Until I remembered an 8-year-old boy from my childhood. I wondered how he’d be handling John Fisher’s decision to forever uproot the A’s from Oakland.

See we grew up in a neighborhood about three miles from the Coliseum. When the A’s played at home back then, you listened for fireworks coming from the stadium because it meant the A’s had won. While we all played in our dimly lit court on those summer nights, the boy often seemed distracted, as if waiting for the loud, rhythmic blasts of validation.

That kid would cry every summer when his parents sent him to camp because it meant two weeks without the A’s. He loved horseback riding, boating, swimming and campfires, but he loved the A’s more, much more.

That kid, when the bell rang at the end of the school day, used to bolt out of the room, running past the other kids and across the field, then under the freeway overpass to find out the A’s playoff score from our security guard. If they won, you’d see him keep sprinting the rest of his way home. If they lost, he’d walk home with tears rolling down his face.

Whenever he got to go to an A’s game, he’d beg to be there when the gates opened so he could watch batting practice – mostly to see his heroes, Reggie Jackson and Vida Blue. The only thing he wanted for his birthday every year was to go to a doubleheader so he could spend all day with the A’s. Sometimes he’d even talk his mom into taking him and his brothers to the airport to greet the A’s when they returned from a road trip.

Not only could that boy recite every player’s current stats, he had drawings showing he knew how just about every player in the league wore his uniform socks.

In 5th grade, we got a new teacher named Mr. Miller. He told us he had a son whose baseball obsession was a lot like the boy’s. Mr. Miller’s son would sit by himself in the Coliseum bleachers and use a tape recorder to announce games. In fact, our teacher told us, his son had just been hired as one of the A’s announcers. Mr. Miller then asked the boy if he’d like to meet his son, Jon Miller.

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