The concrete crypt that is baseball in Oakland still offers some appeal, although the experience is most likely to charm someone who is either too true a believer to know better or who had never previously experienced the magic of the Coliseum's Kremlin-style architecture.
The comrades would have fun if they had to dig beneath the asphalt to find it; Comrade Anantharaman wanted to experience Oakland baseball as part of what is apparently a very long baseball bucket list, and Comrade Redford just has a good attitude in general.
She decided to resist her itch for Eisenhower-era American archaeology, and declined an offered tour of the stadium; the chance to explore a product of early 1960s municipal construction subjected to decades of systemic neglect proved less appealing than the allure of 'some baseball.'
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