This is the hardest piece I’ve had to write during my time at Athletics Nation.
As of Mason Miller’s final pitch to clinch the final 3-2 victory, the Oakland A’s are officially gone. They’re over. The “Athletics” survive only as a shell of a franchise, held hostage by a billionaire loser without an ounce of empathy left in his heart. He goes by the disgraced name of John Fisher. The team will go on to play in a minor league ballpark in Sacramento on 130-degree turf. They might eventually, but probably won’t, play in a soulless domed stadium on the Las Vegas strip.