photos from the last week in Oakland

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In the shadow of the Coliseum's light,

Where cheers once echoed, now fades from sight,

The A's, our pride, in green and gold,

Their story rich, a history bold.

From '68 they played, through thick and thin,

The blue-collar fans, where loyalty begins,

With every season, through highs and lows,

Together we stood, as the passion grows.

But now the whispers turn to roars,

As Fisher's grip tightens, closing doors.

Promises broken, dreams cast aside,

The heart of the city, now filled with pride.

Moneyball magic, a tale we embraced,

Numbers and strategy, the glory we chased,

Yet, beneath the metrics, the spirit remains,

In the heart of the fans, through joy and through pains.

The rallies & victories, the heartache & tears, 

The memories linger, throughout all the years,

From Reggie and Catfish to Giambi’s might,

Each moment a treasure, a spark in the night.

Now, as we gather for one final cheer,

The anger erupts, our message is clear,

No stadium's bricks can erase what we've found,

The soul of the A’s, in our hearts, it’s bound.

So here’s to the fans, through thick and through thin,

Who wore their green proudly, through losses and wins.

In the end, it’s love that we’re here to defend,

Though the Coliseum closes, our spirit won’t end.

For baseball's a bond that will never grow old.

In memories cherished, our stories are told.

So raise up your voices, let the world see, 

The heart of the A's lives eternally free