OAKLAND
Sunday dawned sad and grew even more sorrowful as morning wore into afternoon and evening and the body count rose to 33 at the “Ghost Ship,” the name of the artists’ collective in the city’s Fruitvale neighborhood where a warehouse fire two nights earlier burned the life out of humanity’s highest impulse.
Football seemed unimportant in the face of the inferno at the artists’ live-and-work-and-party space, but it was probably the right thing to do, to go ahead with Sunday’s game at the Coliseum, even if it took place just one BART stop from Fruitvale.