Written by: Jacob Nevis
It was the summer of 2012. I had just turned 10-years-old, and I was so excited that we were getting to watch my favorite baseball team, the Oakland Athletics, play at the Oakland Coliseum. My dad and grandpa, both big A’s fans, had been wanting to see a game that season, so we finally decided to go. When we arrived at the Oakland Coliseum on a hot summer day, I saw many bubbly fans in the parking lot, ready to see the A’s win that day. Once we got into the stadium, there were people everywhere.
Before we got to our seats, I heard my stomach growl, so my older brother and I stood in a long line to get overpriced concession items. After finally collecting our nachos and sodas, my brother and I returned to our seats. Since my family didn’t go to sports games very often, we had gotten pretty good seats for this game.
As we made our way to the third baseline on the lower level, I saw many of the fans, in bright yellow and green, pouring into their seats to watch the A’s play. The game was about to start after the national anthem was finished, and the stadium was almost full. When the game finally got underway, fans were excited and loud. I sat in my seat in awe at how passionate the fans were.
I decided then that I would become a loyal A’s fan. As the game went on, the infamous right field crowd started to make their usual loud noise. Their drums were full force, pounding in unison and taunting the opposing team. As the 9th inning approached, the A’s were ahead and looked like they would win the game, and I was excited. The A’s ended up beating the Texas Rangers, and I went wild with the crowd of thousands. As at every home game the A’s win, the stadium started to play “Celebration” by Kool and the Gang. As my family and I left the stadium, I couldn’t stop thinking about when we would return to another game.
Editor’s Note: This article is part of a two-part series.
