Summer of Sell Documentary

I thought I’d poured out every last drop of feeling, but today proves there’s always more left to say. Today is Opening Day, a day that used to shimmer with hope under clear skies and echo with the roar of cheering crowds. For years, it was the heartbeat of my season, a time when every moment felt brimming with promise. But for the first time since 2015, I won’t be there, watching my team take the field. The team I loved has not only lost its roots, but also the future memories we were meant to share.and I am going to miss every minute of it. I’ve come to accept that the A’s are gone, but that acceptance doesn’t silence the pain I feel in my heart. From here on out, every time I walk into a ballpark, I know it will never feel like how it felt when I walked into the Oakland Coliseum. Maybe one day I can find it in myself to cheer for another team but I would never be the same fan I was for the Oakland A’s. Time will tell. While I’ll still join my girlfriend at a few Giants games (envying her fandom) I will no longer attend an ‘Athletics’ game whether at home or away. In my heart, I’ll forever be an Oakland A’s fan. Fuck you John Fisher & Rob Manfred #OpeningDay