Sports Authority

Aburst of optimism shot across the local sports scene this spring when the Oakland Athletics received a hunting license from Major League Baseball. The license means the A’s can “explore other markets,” team president Dave Kaval says.

First priority for Kaval is to build a $1 billion ballpark in Oakland near Jack London Square. Failing that, the A’s might follow their football cousins to Las Vegas. If Nevada taxpayers grow tired of fi nancing temples for billionaire sports cartels, there’s always Portland, Nashville, Charlotte or Vancouver.

There isn’t Sacramento. Local baseball fans have dreamed about stealing the A’s for almost 40 years, since foundations were poured for the abandoned ballpark next to Arco Arena. It’s not going to happen. The A’s have

By R.E. Graswich Sports Authority

never seriously considered moving to Sacramento. And that’s fi ne.

The A’s know the political congestion in Sacramento may be slightly less phlegmatic than Oakland, but baseball execs can do math. They understand the challenge of fi lling a 40,000-seat stadium 81 times a year, combined with soft corporate support in a mid-sized government town.

They know fi nancial success would be tough in Sacramento, even if the ballpark was constructed with public subsidies and supported by a sweetheart development deal. Baseball owners are similar to basketball owners and football owners and soccer owners. They want guarantees, not risks.

Ten years ago, when I worked for Mayor Kevin Johnson, I met a group of consultants from the A’s and Major League Baseball. They wanted to see the Downtown railyards. Johnson told them a big league ballpark would fi t beautifully among the old Southern Pacifi c warehouses and repair shops. The baseball boys wanted to see for themselves.

We brought them into the yards through a muddy entrance on Jibboom Street. They inhaled history and savored opportunity. They felt nothing.

Maybe they lacked imagination. The baseball boys asked no questions about the city’s history. They barely mentioned baseball. Their focus was on parking spaces, corporate suites and sponsorships, market strength and media support.

They wanted to know how much money the city would have leftover for baseball once it helped fi nance a new arena for the Kings. When they realized the answer was not much, the tour was over. They didn’t even bring up the River Cats, who would disappear if the A’s moved in.

I wanted to talk about the River Cats. They were among the most successful teams in minor league baseball and Oakland’s Triple-A feeder club. With their jewel box ballpark in West Sacramento, clever front offi ce, warm summer nights, cold beer and fresh peanuts, the River Cats created a perfect environment. They primed the city for Major League Baseball. At least that was the mayor’s theory.

Watching a River Cats game on a summer night is a wonderful experience. Ticket prices are reasonable, food is hearty, and crowds are youthful and fun. River Cats games are vastly more enjoyable than seeing the A’s at the Oakland Coliseum— the action is closer, the atmosphere relaxed.

Pro sports teach us to think we should be grateful to pay to watch superstars, but the modern game has been reduced to interchangeable parts. A revolving door of pitchers determine the fi nal score. Rosters are ridiculously fl uid, here today, gone tomorrow. Who cares who plays fi rst base?

Which convinced me Sacramento doesn’t need the A’s. The River Cats are the best sports experience in town, better than the Kings.

When the River Cats canceled the 2020 season and padlocked the ballpark for 600 days, the community’s pandemic losses intensifi ed. Summer without the River Cats heightened the COVID depression. The loss of baseball proved how completely the River Cats have woven themselves into the community for 22 years.

I don’t know if the A’s returned to check out Sacramento after that visit 10 years ago. I doubt they came back. There’s nothing for them. Today the River Cats support the Giants under a 10-year agreement, which is fi ne with everyone. The ballpark is open. Crowds are joyous. Major League Baseball would only get in the way.

R.E. Graswich can be reached at regraswich@icloud.com. Previous columns can be found and shared at InsideSacramento.com. Follow us on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram: @ insidesacramento. n

PHOTOS BY SUSAN MAXWELL SKINNER

A new generation of our national bird recently took wing on the American River. Observers named the 2021 babies Rio (river) and Lago (lake). Their parents established an eyrie—then considered the closest bald eagle nest to Sacramento in recorded history—in 2016. Photojournalist Susan Maxwell Skinner has recorded the progress of this rare avian family since then. Rio and Lago hatched in March and flew for the first time during the June heatwave.

For the safety of this protected family, the nest location is not specified.