So the A’s have picked their site for a new stadium, and the neighbors are pissed.
And the surprise is . . . well, I’m waiting.
And no, this isn’t about the old “you can’t get anything done in California” cliché, or the “those baseball bullies don’t care about regular people” canard. It is okay to assume, at least this once, that at least for the first two days everyone is expressing themselves sincerely and honestly.
There. That moment’s done.
It is, however, more telling that the A’s are giving themselves six years rather than the traditional three – almost as if they are banking on the neighborhood, the politics and the general difficulty of horning into someone else’s place to equal the time spent on construction.