So what did we learn from today’s dramatic 10-year lease extension between the A’s and the Coliseum?
Nothing, of course. Nothing is ever learned when this is the topic.
Yes, it is a symbolic exchange of pretend smiles between a team’s owner and the city officials they hate. It certainly allows Major League Baseball commissioner Bud Selig a chance to preen-posture by saying things like “crucial first step toward keeping the A’s in Oakland,” especially since Bud’s own crucial first step is to get to retirement before he has to tell any more lies about the complicated work of the Unicorn Brigade . . . er, the non-existent blue ribbon panel.
But it doesn’t eliminate San Jose if that city wins its suit against MLB. It doesn’t eliminate Howard terminal as a potential stadium site even though Lew Wolff has now reached parrot-on-crank status with his endless skrawks of “totally rejected as a site by the A’s and Major League Baseball.”
It doesn’t put the Raiders on notice with Coliseum City. It doesn’t raise one dime for a new park.
It’s a show in which the dog and the pony will be introduced at a mutually beneficial later time. It’s both sides tiring of the jousting they occasionally do to see if anyone else is still paying attention. It is certainly the city acknowledging that the backed-up sewer episodes are still on its watch.
But nothing else has been revealed, make no mistake. Resolution remains a distant and almost illusory goal, because a tenant that doesn’t want to stay but has nowhere to go is not exactly a happy guest, and a landlord that talks about building a new high-rise without having the money to rub two re-bars together is not exactly a landlord who provides confidence.
It is, truth be told, one less moving part in a gigantic gear box and nothing more. The A’s know they are married, reluctantly, to Oakland unless San Jose can beat the law books, and Oakland is married to the A’s even though it still has its irrational infatuation with the Raiders and their 10 stadium dates a year as the first boarder.
So you know what we have here, kids, when everything is reduced to its essence? More complaining from Mark Davis about having to share a field with . . . uggghh . . . baseball people.
And A’s fans have a chant to employ to get their minds off booing members of the Jim Johnson family: “Let’s Go Dirt!”
It’ll grow on you, trust me.