Can you imagine what it would be like to play baseball in front of an empty stadium? You’ve seen it when the Phillies play Atlanta, Washington and Florida. It stinks, right?
Just imagine how the Oakland Athletics must feel these days. A record hovering around .500, playing in front of an average of just over 17,000 fans, second worst in the league. They’ve become the white elephants the legendary John McGraw told Connie Mack they’d be and it ain’t pretty. Oakland can’t keep them and San Jose’s not sure they want them, so what happens next?
We propose they move back home to Philadelphia. Why? You know how Roy Oswalt came to the Phillies because Brad Lidge assured him he’d love it here, because the fans are the best? We want to show America just how great a sports town Philadelphia is by bringing the Athletics back to their rightful home here in the City of Brotherly Love.
At 5 million, the Philly metro area is the largest without having 2 baseball teams. Could you imagine the excitement of having 2 contenders? That was never the case when the A’s were here, originally. After the 1929-31 A’s dynasty was sold off, and except for the Phillies’ Whiz Kid heyday, both clubs ended most of the seasons in the basement. No wonder there was no support from the fans.
I have a few questions about this dream.
Would the Phils share CBP with the A’s?
In 1954, there was a last minute effort to save the A’s by a group of Philly businessmen. The sale was shot down by the Yankees. Wouldn’t the Yankees (and Orioles) once again shoot down any sale to bring the A’s back?
Are there other markets that could support the A’s? MLB already has a presence here.
I am 52 years old. grew up in Philadelphia my entire life. When I was a child I discovered and adored the Phillies, going to games at Connie Mack. I heard my mother and uncle tell me how they use to work for Jerrold’s Electronics and it was located across the street from Baker Bowl, where the Phils played for over 40 years. My uncle would sneak away from his soldering table to peak on the Phils game (all afternoon games, of course). He’s recall Chuck Klein catching balls off the short, right filed wall and nailing batters at 2nd base!
The only thing is, they Phils weren’t very good as I grew up. My dad told me of a team that use to play in Philadelphia called the A’s, the same team that had just moved to Oakland (late 1960′s). So I looked them up. They were in 9 World Series and won 5 of them while in Philadelphia. UNREAL! My poor Phils were in just two and lost um both. So I became a BIG A’s fan.
Then my dad and uncle (both born in Phila in 1910) told me how they use to go to the rooftops seats across from Shibe Park. Then my dad told me how he use to babysit for Jimmy Dykes, a former A’s player (and later manager). Then I moved to a new neighborhood and heard my new friend’s home use to belong to one of the A’s players.
Then I discovered the Internet, and then all the terrific pictures on the A’s, Columbia Park, Shibe Park, Connie Mack. I have rooftop seats from the 1913 World Series posted as my desktop, and my “screen saver” is a long slide-show of many more pics of the rooftop seats, the “spite fence”, and anything I could find on the A’s when they belonged in Philadelphia (including a few I found from Columbia Park, where the A’s played until 1908.)
I use Google Maps and travel down the streets as they are today and look at the homes I can find in old pictures from Columbia Park and Shibe Park. I am excited when I can go back over 100 years and take it all in, then and today.
Then I read here of how a few dreamers like myself like to imagine the impossible (so it seems) happen and the A’s come back. I have a far fetched dream and imagine a couple of billionaires putting up tax write off money and buy the site where the present church now is that once had Shibe Park located there for nearly 50 years. They lure the A’s here. The neighbor is fixed up, the city makes roads terrific for lots of traffic, build parking lots near by, etc. The rooftop seats are built right where they once were.
Over 30,000 fans attend each game and the most incredible story I could ever imagine comes true. It is OK to dream. I am supportive beyond words to have my A’s come home. My dad, mom, and uncle have long passed on, but their memories of telling me about this team are vivid to me.