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AT 6 P.M. ON Wednesday, April 19, Oakland Mayor Sheng Thao was driving home from an event for the opening of a local business when she received a call from A’s president Dave Kaval.

“Hey, just a heads-up,” Thao recalls Kaval saying. “Somebody leaked to the press that we have a binding deal with Vegas.”

Thao was stunned. Since taking office in January, she and her staff had picked up where previous mayor Libby Schaaf left off, negotiating with A’s owner John Fisher to facilitate a massive, city-altering $12 billion project for a ballpark village on 55 acres along the waterfront at Howard Terminal. The work to keep the A’s had been a long haul, spanning several mayoral administrations and three A’s ownership groups, but Thao believed they were $101 million away from procuring the required amount of public funding for the infrastructure outside the ballpark. It was a paltry sum for such a vast project, and Oakland had just been assured of another $65 million in federal grants that would have brought the difference down to $36 million. Thao had scheduled a week of intensive talks with the A’s and a team of mediators to bring the deal home. Hotel rooms were booked. Flights were reserved. Thao even gave it a name: The Negotiation Summit. At the event the evening of Kaval’s phone call, Thao told Leigh Hanson, her chief of staff, “I really think we’re going to get this over the finish line.”

The first meeting between the new mayor and the A’s, held in mid-February, was congenial but businesslike, with Thao intent on making sure Fisher was serious about building a stadium at Howard Terminal. When Fisher said he was, Thao said, “Good, because let’s be very clear: I don’t want to waste your time and I really don’t want you to waste mine.” The A’s had been holding similar meetings with officials in Las Vegas, part of Fisher and Kaval’s two-year-long “parallel paths” strategy that turned the team’s quest for a new stadium into a race to see which city would be first to satisfy Fisher. Rooted in Oakland had evolved into Whoever gets there first.

But Kaval’s phone call — “a blindside,” Thao says, “just ‘Hey, we’re gone'” — came after no breakdown in talks, no stalled process, no contentious back and forth. Kaval’s call triggered a sequence, one call begetting another. Thao hung up with Kaval and called Hanson, who called Steve Kawa, the lead negotiator for the deal and a longtime friend of the Fisher family.

“I can’t believe this is what’s happening,” Kawa said. “I’m calling John.”

Kawa called Fisher, suggesting he reach out directly to the mayor. Fisher called Thao to confirm the news.

Thao says Fisher told her, “I feel really bad. I really like you and I like working with you, but we’re going to focus all our energy on Las Vegas.”

“I’m disappointed,” Thao responded. “In the very beginning, I literally asked you, ‘Are you serious about Oakland?’ and you said yes. But if your focus is on Vegas, good luck.”

Thao hung up, and the two sides haven’t spoken since. Howard Terminal, as far as the A’s were concerned, was dead. Rooted in Oakland was dead, and the Oakland A’s were entering the hospice phase of their stay in the Bay Area. In the end, after switching from his “binding agreement” property — the site of the former Wild West Casino — to a different Las Vegas site within a month, it became clear that Fisher traded his 55-acre legacy development, one with a stunning design by world-famous Danish architect Bjarke Ingels that included a community park built right on top of the ballpark, one with the residential and commercial real estate, a city within the city, for nine acres in the parking lot of the Tropicana in Las Vegas, a project Oakland officials have derisively dubbed “Fisher’s putt-putt course.”

And when the “leaked” story was posted in the Las Vegas Review-Journal, the Oakland contingent felt like they’d been played for fools. Kaval was quoted throughout the piece — by name — as was commissioner Rob Manfred.

“Not sure it’s a leak when you’re quoted in the story,” Hanson says. “Pretty sure that’s not how leaks work. If you’re going to be strategic, try not to be so sloppy.”


THE WORD RECLUSIVE is affixed before John Fisher’s name so frequently it might as well be a title. He is part-owner and a member of the board of directors for The Gap, a company started by his parents, and is involved with various other family enterprises, including the Mendocino Redwood Company and Sansome Partners, an investment firm. He bought the Athletics along with Lew Wolff in 2005 for an estimated $180 million and became majority owner in 2016 when Wolff sold his remaining 10 percent of the team. Fisher, 62, had not granted a single interview during his 18 years with the A’s until speaking last month with two local outlets and ESPN.

“It’s a mistake to say Fisher is a mystery,” says Ignacio De La Fuente, who served on the Oakland City Council for 21 years (1992-2012) and was a mayoral candidate as recently as last year. “There’s nothing mysterious about him. He’s a rich guy who uses his money to make money. I don’t think he ever had a connection to Oakland. It’s an interesting dynamic when you look at the type of sports owners we get. The Haas family” — which owned the A’s from 1980 to 1995 — “was the only one that ever gave a s— about Oakland.”

This story is based on interviews with more than a dozen sources familiar with the negotiations and motivations, some of whom requested anonymity to speak freely. They reveal a messy, complicated and ultimately confounding path that led Fisher and the A’s to decide to take the A’s out of Oakland, their home for 55 years, and leave the city without a major professional sports franchise.

The A’s have filed a relocation application with Major League Baseball, where it will be reviewed by a three-man committee consisting of Kansas City Royals CEO John Sherman, Philadelphia Phillies CEO John Middleton and Milwaukee Brewers chairman Mark Attanasio. The committee will make a recommendation to commissioner Rob Manfred and MLB’s eight-member executive council. If it advances past the council, three-quarters of the league’s 30 team owners must vote in favor of the move for the A’s to become the third major professional franchise, after the Warriors and Raiders, to abandon the city since 2019, and the first MLB team to relocate since the Montreal Expos became the Washington Nationals in 2005. Recent media reports have indicated the vote could take place as soon as November.

To hear Oakland officials tell it, this is the tale of a risk-averse billionaire owner who chose the riskiest project possible, one that required nearly $1 billion in public funding for on-and off-site infrastructure, and then walked away when the finish line was in sight. The A’s contend that progress was too slow, that environmental and local groups put up roadblock after roadblock, and that Oakland city officials simply couldn’t guarantee a stadium deal before the team’s January 2024 deadline to continue to receive the franchise’s lifeblood: revenue sharing from Major League Baseball. Losing revenue sharing, Fisher said, “would be hugely detrimental to the organization.”

The deal Fisher chose in Las Vegas, should it be approved, consists of $380 million in public funding for the infrastructure surrounding the ballpark, nine acres of land and access to a growing media market — though far smaller than Oakland’s — that has long been viewed as ripe for an MLB expansion team. The projects in both cities called for Fisher, through a combination of his and his family’s vast wealth, and financing through Goldman Sachs, to privately pay for a ballpark predicted to cost in the neighborhood of $1.2 billion.

For a moment that typifies the disconnect between the Fisher and Oakland, look no further than Kaval’s initial call to Mayor Thao on the evening of April 19. “I can’t really understand how they can say they were blindsided,” Fisher says. “At the end of four years of negotiations, we were nowhere.” This contention mystifies those who worked to put together the financing on a project that was a source of both torment and delight; torment because the project was vast and unwieldy and expensive, delight because it was universally seen as having the potential to transform the city. The public infrastructure money Oakland was asked to raise dwarfed the $380 million in Las Vegas, and city officials say everyone understood it would take time. “To say we were nowhere is BS,” Mayor Thao says. “To say there was no proposal is total BS. Let’s be very clear: we did have a proposal. But maybe it wasn’t a proposal John Fisher could afford.”

Fisher, who calls himself a “superfan” but is more likely to be found courtside at a Warriors’ game than in the Diamond Level at the Coliseum, has become such a pariah he can no longer watch the team he owns in person. The target of fan vitriol and chants of “Sell the Team” that started in the right field bleachers of the Coliseum and spread across the country: to the All-Star Game in Seattle, to a random afternoon game in Washington D.C., to pretty much everywhere the A’s go. “Fisher Sucks” and “Stay in Oakland” have become the dominant sounds in a nearly empty ballpark, so much so that Fisher jokes that he “watches with the sound off.” The biggest crowds of the season came when the fans staged two “reverse boycotts” — rousing, daylong condemnations of Fisher’s ownership. A group that calls itself The Last Dive Bar — a reference to the Coliseum being baseball’s last dive bar — recently helped buy electronic billboard space in the stadium’s parking lot, visible to the thousands who sit in traffic on the infernal Nimitz Freeway, that addressed Fisher’s mother. In massive LED letters, it read: “Doris, get your kid.” The fashion statement of the season is a simple green T-shirt with “SELL” stamped in white across the chest.

“I truly empathize with the fans,” Fisher says. “And I understand the hurt and disappointment and anger, frankly, that’s involved in that. The decision was mine. I understand where they’re coming from, and my answer to that is, ‘Look, I did absolutely everything, more than any other sports team owner has tried, to make it work in Oakland.'”

During a wide-ranging, 75-minute interview, I asked Fisher if he planned to attend a game at the Coliseum before the season’s end. He outlined all the reasons why fans don’t attend games to watch an owner, but when it was suggested that his case might be an exception, he nodded grudgingly and said, “They’d probably sell a lot of those shirts.”


BOTH SIDES CAN find agreement on one thing: Fisher fell in love with Howard Terminal.

He selected some of his personal sculptures from his renowned art collection — Forbes places his worth at $2.5 billion — to place in spots around the ballpark. He spent $100 million, a figure city officials don’t dispute, to acquire permits and clearances. He hired Ingels to design what Fisher describes as “a neighborhood park,” a place the public could enjoy for its art and nightlife even when there wasn’t a game. No idea was too grand; traffic would be a nightmare, with no public transportation and no existing thoroughfares, so the A’s tossed around the idea of a gondola that would transport fans to the stadium over the freeway and railroad tracks from a downtown BART station. The ballpark renderings show a spectacular, original plan that would incorporate two of the port’s decommissioned shipping cranes — widely but mistakenly believed to have provided the inspiration for George Lucas’s AT-AT snow walkers in “The Empire Strikes Back” — into the design. They would loom over right-centerfield to provide a sense of history, an homage to the days when Howard Terminal was a working port.

The only way to truly appreciate the grandeur of the site, Fisher was told, was to see it from the top of one of those cranes. And so one day in the early stages of the project’s development, Fisher, Ingels and Kaval climbed over a chain-link fence and entered federally protected land — “totally illegal,” a source says — where they stood at the base of one of the 393-foot tall cranes, took a deep breath and began their ascent. Ingels is known for his enthusiasm and charisma. He visualizes his projects from the air. They climbed the grated metal stairs until they reached the top, where they stood on a small platform and looked around, the breathtaking panorama encompassing the island of Alameda, the San Francisco skyline, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Marin Headlands, the Oakland hills and the Oakland skyline. They took a selfie and stared down at Howard Terminal, at its potholed streets and railroad tracks and the mountains of shredded metal at Schnitzer Steel, and saw nothing but possibility.

“I rarely want to use no comment,” Fisher says of the clandestine trip, “but this time I think I’ll use it in the most positive way I can. I will say this: the views are spectacular.”

One of the most valuable and beautiful pieces of property on the planet, all his. He wouldn’t have to purchase it, or pay for the sewer lines or the electricity or the fiber optic cables or the road construction. Local government had agreed to take care of that. All he had to do was create a vision that would come to life, and leverage some of his and his family’s money to build the commercial and residential real estate — and a $1.2 billion ballpark.

“John wanted to be one of the Andre Heinzes of the world, changing the world,” Hanson says, referencing the environmental activist and philanthropist. “You know, standing on top of cranes and envisioning things. Everybody loves a visionary.”

But Howard Terminal would remain just that: a vision.

Sources say Fisher’s fleeting love affair with Howard Terminal mirrored an earlier fling with another Oakland site: the area around Laney Community College, near Lake Merritt. Fisher targeted the spot after watching hundreds of thousands of fans at the 2015 parade honoring the first of the Golden State Warriors’ three NBA championships while playing in Oakland in the 2010s. The crowds ringed the lake and stood shoulder to shoulder around the steps of the venerable Henry J. Kaiser Convention Center, where the team basked in the adulation. Fisher became so enamored of the idea of building a ballpark there, despite insurmountable infrastructure problems and staunch opposition from the Peralta Community College District, that sources say he went so far as to inquire about purchasing what is known as the “Henry J,” a community landmark since 1914.

Oakland has been haunted by stadium problems for close to 30 years, since the Raiders packed up the first time and left for Los Angeles. The city commissioned a study on seven potential ballpark sites in 2001, and De La Fuente, the former councilmember, says, “The most difficult, undoable, f—ing expensive site was Howard Terminal. From the beginning I said that site was bulls—. Total bulls—.”

Still, to seasoned developers, it seems incomprehensible that a $12 billion project could collapse over less than $100 million. Did Fisher, publicity-shy and risk-averse, get cold feet?

“I don’t think he got cold feet,” says Hanson, the mayor’s chief of staff. “I think he got an accountant.”


ON THE NIGHT of June 7 in Carson City, Nev., nearly two months after Kaval’s phone call to Thao, the Nevada State Senate convened a special session to debate SB1, the bill that would allocate $380 million in public funding for a new A’s stadium on the Tropicana site. Steve Pastorino sat home in Las Vegas and fumed. He was the team’s head of corporate sponsorships from 2013-17 before he was let go less than a year after Kaval became team president. As he watched the hearing unfold, Pastorino grew angrier and angrier that Kaval, long the voice of the team, was not a visible presence, choosing instead to let two Vegas lobbyists, fiscal analyst Jeremy Aguero and Vegas’ tourism chief Steve Hill, do the team’s bidding.

“They hired these two guys from Las Vegas to sell the deal?” Pastorino asked. “After Kaval had been the front man since he got there? It makes no sense.”

Hours into the meeting, state senator Fabian Doñate demanded Kaval take the stand to address the team’s willingness to contribute to the state’s live entertainment tax. The usually smooth-talking Kaval stumbled, failing to give a coherent answer despite being goaded four times by Donate. For Pastorino, that was the final straw. When it was announced that Las Vegas residents could contribute remotely to the public comment session, he grabbed his keys and headed out with one of his adult children, saying, “Let’s go see how government works.”

They drove to the Grant Sawyer State Office Building, arriving around 10 p.m. to find a locked parking lot. Undeterred, they parked in the loading dock, slid through a fence and knocked on a locked door. Pastorino told the security guard they were there to testify at the hearing, and they walked into the chamber five minutes before public comment opened.

“It was spur-of-the-moment, not some well-considered process,” Pastorino says. “I went in there as a Las Vegas taxpayer who doesn’t want to help John Fisher build a ballpark.”

When it was his turn, Pastorino leaned into the microphone, gave a brief history of his affiliation with the A’s and said, “You cannot trust Dave Kaval.” He called his former boss “a walking, talking bobblehead” and asked, “Where is John Fisher? Where the hell is John Fisher? John Fisher does not need a penny of our dollars.”

(Kaval declined to discuss Pastorino’s statements, citing human-resource concerns.)

When he became team president in 2016, Kaval, 47, brought hope to a franchise that always seemed to punch above its weight on the field despite a continuously uncertain future. Kaval came in hot; he was young and enthusiastic, full of ideas and charisma, savvy on social media. He was hired by Fisher to shepherd the team’s stadium efforts, but along the way he attempted to modernize the moribund Coliseum. He opened a bar called The Treehouse above the left-field bleachers. He established Championship Plaza, an area outside the stadium with food trucks and lawn games. He ushered in a flexible ticket program called “A’s Access” that proved to be wildly successful. He created the motto “Rooted in Oakland” and had it painted prominently on the vast concrete walls of the Coliseum. He buzzed around the stadium in a suit and tie and went on every radio program and held office hours with fans. He told the story of growing up in Cleveland and being heartbroken when Art Modell took the Browns to Baltimore to become the Ravens.

Even Kaval’s detractors, Pastorino included, admired his business acumen and ceaseless optimism.

“I honestly thought Kaval was going to be the one who was finally get it done in Oakland,” Pastorino says. “I think Dave is very smart and creative. I honestly think he thought he’d be the one to deliver the stadium, too. At the time, I didn’t think he was disingenuous.”

The A’s fostered an underdog mentality made famous by “Moneyball” and exacerbated by the success and perceived glitz of the Giants, their rivals across the Bay. Billy Beane exemplified the team’s do-more-with-less ethos, and it spread throughout every aspect of the business.

“‘Moneyball’ really glorified what it was like to work for the A’s,” Pastorino says. “This team — even if it would rip your heart out, you wanted to fight for it. The offices were small and cramped and not as nice or as big as the Giants’ offices, but there was a lot of pride in working for the A’s. People loved working there, and if you have roots in the Bay Area, it was the best job you could ever hope to have.”

Kaval boasts of working 120-hour weeks to get a deal done in Oakland, but sources say his Type-A ways “drove city staff crazy.” His friend and Stanford classmate, Brad Null, says Kaval “is always on, and it’s totally genuine.” Upon graduating from Stanford in 1998, Kaval and Null attended games in all 30 big-league ballparks and wrote a book titled, “The Summer that Saved Baseball.” During their breakneck tour — 30 cities in 38 days — Null was continually amazed at Kaval’s ability to drum up media attention, free tickets and free food at nearly every stop.

“I saw all the reasons Dave was great for this A’s job,” Null says. “He’s tireless, and he can handle rejection and adversity. He’s much thicker-skinned than I am. Just like anybody, he’d love for people to say positive things about him, but if they don’t, he can handle that.”

Kaval’s star with A’s fans began to lose its shine early in the 2021 season, when he announced the team’s much-derided “parallel path” with Las Vegas. After the April 19 phone call to Thao and subsequent announcement that the team would be leaving Oakland, fans began hanging bedsheets from the Coliseum bleachers bearing such sentiments as “Kaval=Liar.”

Kaval terms any characterization that he was not a serious and honest player in the negotiations “categorically false. If anyone was paying attention, they’d know that we spent five years, and I spent whatever — 20 hours a day, whatever it took — leading an effort to try to get the stadium built at the waterfront.”

One oft-cited example of Kaval’s changing public statements concerns the Coliseum site. The A’s bought half of the 155-acre property from Alameda County in October of 2020, a move Kaval termed a backup in case Howard Terminal fell through. Roughly six months after the sale was finalized, Kaval announced the “parallel path” and began discounting the Coliseum as a viable site. The sale price of the Coliseum land was $85 million, far below market value. The team has paid $40 million to date, and the outstanding $45 million is due in three equal payments in January 2024, 2025 and 2026. But terms of the sale include a clause that calls for the entirety of the remaining $45 million to be paid within 180 days of the A’s “announcement of their relocation” from Oakland. It contained no provision that the team remain in Oakland.

“Fisher went to the county without any plan, and the county sells its half of the [Coliseum] to the A’s?” De La Fuente says. “Whose fault is that? Fisher, or the stupid elected officials who sold it to him?”

There’s a reason, sources say, that the A’s immediately discounted the Coliseum as a potential site once they chose Las Vegas: The relocation application with Major League Baseball pertains to the city of Oakland, not just the team’s current ballpark, so the A’s have to convince three-quarters of the MLB owners that Oakland — all of it, not just Howard Terminal or the Laney site or the Coliseum — is not a viable location for the team despite being the 10th-biggest media market in the country. (Las Vegas is 40th.)

Kaval cited sea-level rise and the cost of mitigating the brackish groundwater under the Coliseum (it sits 22 feet below sea level) and claimed the outstanding debt on the bonds related to the Coliseum’s 1995 “Mount Davis” renovation (which will cost the city of Oakland roughly $15 million per year through 2026) would have to be retired before any new construction could proceed. (“Not true,” Thao says. “They could have broken ground right after the Raiders left.”) Fisher says the Coliseum site, despite its endless parking lots and access to public transit, is not suited to be the “ballpark village” concept that allows for walk-up ticket sales and appeals to businesses such as bars and restaurants.

“To be able to attract the 2.4 million fans that we were hoping to attract here for our stadium, it had to be great,” Fisher says. “It had to be at least as good, if not better, than Oracle field in San Francisco. And I also felt like, why should our fans settle for anything else? Our fans deserve a great ballpark, and that was always my North Star.”

Asked if he understands why Oakland fans might be willing to settle for a stadium that is slightly less than great if it meant the team would stay in Oakland, Fisher hesitated before saying, “Yeah, I can appreciate that. But, you know, for us to be successful, which is being able to be competitive with some of the other really strong teams in baseball and with our sibling club across the Bay in San Francisco, we had to be able to have revenues and success comparable to those other clubs.” A lesser ballpark, Fisher says, “would not solve the fundamental need for the A’s to be in a great, successful ballpark and be able to drive our goals to win a World Series.”

De La Fuente, the former councilmember who negotiated the financially disastrous deal for the Raiders to return in 1995, says, “There’s no mystery to anything they do. From the beginning it was a way to increase the value of the team and then go to the highest bidder. They don’t give a s— where it is.”


THE A’S RELOCATION application, filed August 23, is notable for its omissions. There is no set ballpark design for the corner of Las Vegas Blvd. and Tropicana Ave. There is no indication whether the stadium will be domed or have a retractable roof, the only two options for a southern Nevada summer. There is no firm financing plan, although Fisher says he has been working with Goldman Sachs to finalize that part of the deal. And there is no defined site for where the A’s will play during the three-year — minimum — interim between the expiration of their Coliseum lease after next season and the proposed opening of the Las Vegas stadium in 2028.

The A’s have hired a construction developer but no architect. (Crane-climbing Ingels is among the finalists.) The team says MLB will make the determination on the team’s temporary home, and an MLB source says the A’s will need to provide answers to all of those open questions before the relocation committee can take up the team’s request in earnest. Given those conditions, a November vote, or at least a fully informed November vote, seems wildly optimistic.

“It doesn’t surprise me that the plan they proposed was half-baked,” Thao says. “That’s been their track record: half-baked plans.”

At one point the A’s based revenue projections on an annual attendance of 2.5 million in a Vegas ballpark that was to seat 30,000 — a statistical impossibility for 81 home dates. Kaval has since revised the projected capacity to 33,000. The original renditions of the Vegas stadium, since discarded, showed it taking up far more than nine of the Tropicana’s 36 acres, and the dimensions of the field looked suspiciously similar to the Coliseum, complete with its intercontinental foul territory. Target Field in Minnesota sits on the smallest footprint of any MLB stadium at 8½ acres. It is an open-air stadium, and some architects suggest a retractable roof is nearly impossible to fit onto the nine-acre Las Vegas site, which A’s pre- and postgame television host Brodie Brazil determined is roughly the amount of land occupied by the Bellagio fountain.

The Coliseum remains the most likely interim home for the A’s. The team has floated the idea of playing in its Triple-A stadium, Las Vegas Ballpark, but an open-air stadium with fewer than 10,000 seats in the desert is unlikely to gain the approval of the Major League Baseball Players Association. Kaval has mentioned the possibility of sharing Oracle Park with the Giants, but the Giants have yet to comment on that possibility. Extending the lease on the Coliseum would require reaching out to the city, something the A’s have yet to do. Thao says she will attempt to impose conditions on the team, including leaving the name behind for a future expansion team “because the A’s brand belongs to Oakland.”

“To see this blow up in Oakland for really no reason and then to hear how little they have in Vegas is mind-blowing,” says Hanson. “When they said they had a signed deal, a binding deal, I thought, ‘Holy s—, they’ve been playing us all along.’ But then to see this nine-acre parking lot … what? You walked away from us for that? Not to be a jilted lover, but God is she ugly.”

The A’s, of course, tell a different story. “That’s the busiest intersection in the West,” Kaval says. “There are more people there — cars, people, eyeballs. If you go to Vegas, you end up there. And so, it’s quintessential Vegas. It’s right on The Strip. And so, I think it will, in many ways, be one of the most exciting and iconic locations for a sports venue in the world, because we’re there.”

Hurdles remain. A Nevada group called “Schools Over Stadiums,” a political action group affiliated with the state’s teacher union, filed a petition to force a statewide vote on the use of public funding for the A’s ballpark. The petition, which points out that Nevada is 48th in the U.S. in per-pupil funding, would need roughly 150,000 signatures to qualify for the ballot. Internally, Manfred’s decision to waive the A’s relocation fee, estimated at anywhere from $300 million to $1 billion, might prove to be a sticking point with owners. Why should Fisher, with the lowest payroll in baseball and a Forbes estimated franchise valuation of $1.2 billion before the relocation, cost every team more than $10 million and get the Las Vegas market, which has long been considered perfect for an expansion team?

“The most important thing is for us to work closely with the commissioner, with the relocation committee and then with my fellow owners,” Fisher says. “We’ve been doing this for the last six years, so they’re quite aware of what we’ve been going through.”

Asked if he expects pushback from the owners on the relocation fee, Fisher says, “That’s something that the commissioner and the owners” — here he stops to gather himself — “it’s out of my hands. It’s something for them to work out.”

Manfred, through a spokesman, declined to be interviewed by ESPN for this story, citing the relocation committee’s ongoing work. However, an industry source with knowledge of the situation says that the relocation fee was waived because the stadium project in Las Vegas would not have been economically feasible for Fisher if he had been forced to pay “an appropriately valued relocation fee.”

When I asked Fisher if waiving the relocation fee was something he specifically requested from Manfred, he paused for a moment before saying, “Like I said, I’ve had lots of conversations with the commissioner and fellow owners about a lot of different subjects related to our stadium.”

Fisher says the team lost $40 million last season and will lose another $40 million this season. He says the team lost $175 million in the five years ending in 2022, not counting the $100 million he says the team spent on stadium efforts. Sports economists dispute this figure, citing the revenue MLB teams get from media rights and revenue-sharing, but Fisher says, “I should know. I write the checks. It costs a lot of money to run a baseball club besides just the money that you’re paying for players.” Oakland’s 2023 payroll, roughly $59 million, is the lowest in baseball, less than 40 percent of the league average. But among the costs Fisher repeatedly raised was the amount the team had to pay out for draft picks in July, a figure directly attributable to slashing payroll and talent after 2021 and fielding a team of young, cheap players, many of whom would be better served by more time in the minor leagues.

“We ended up with a much higher draft pick,” Fisher says. “And, you know, it’s an opportunity, but it’s an expensive opportunity to sign high draft picks.”

The A’s chose shortstop Jacob Wilson from Grand Canyon University in the first round of this year’s draft and signed him to a $5.5 million bonus, more than $1 million below slot for the sixth overall pick. The most expensive contract the A’s have offered under Fisher’s ownership was four years and $36 million for Yoenis Cespedes before the 2012 season. Following the COVID-shortened 2020 season, they offered Marcus Semien, a local star who wanted to stay with the team, a bizarre one year, $12.5 million contract that called for $2.5 million the first year and payouts of $1 million each over the next 10. After the 2021 season, the team traded away three young and marketable stars: Matt Olson, Matt Chapman and Sean Murphy. While knowingly fielding a depleted, non-competitive roster, the team doubled season-ticket prices before this season while doing nothing to improve the fan experience, once Kaval’s priority.

“By the time we reopened [from COVID] in 2021, we were on parallel paths with Nevada,” Kaval admits. “That colored our thinking.”

The shift in strategy became a self-fulfilling prophecy: raising prices, gutting the team and keeping attendance down as a means of proving the need for a new stadium.

They will spend in Las Vegas, though. Fisher and Kaval are in lockstep on that point. The revenue streams unavailable to them in Oakland will bloom in Las Vegas. The team will retire its “Moneyball” ways and pour the money from the new stadium into a roster that will sustain excellence.

“We are spending over a billion dollars to bring a winner to Las Vegas,” Fisher says. “And as I have said, I wouldn’t be in this if my goal wasn’t to go out and win a World Series.”

Fisher also owns the San Jose Earthquakes of Major League Soccer. Kaval served as president of the team from 2010 to 2017, with a similar mission as the one in Oakland: build a stadium. Kaval made it happen in San Jose; PayPal Stadium, a $100 million facility, opened in 2015. There, the promise was the same: A new stadium will provide the team with the revenue stream to bolster the roster and compete for championships. That promise has not been kept. In a league where 18 of the 29 teams make the playoffs, the Earthquakes have not won a postseason game since 2012 and have qualified for the playoffs just twice since the stadium opened, losing in the first round both times. This season, the Earthquakes’ payroll ranks 21st of 29 MLS teams.

The comparison between the A’s and the Earthquakes is “apples to oranges,” Fisher says, and Kaval sidestepped the question, saying, “I’m a big believer in the revenue opportunity in Las Vegas.” And, according to Fisher, the eight-year-old PayPal Stadium in San Jose is already outdated compared to newer MLS stadiums — he mentions LAFC, St. Louis and Austin — and lacks the capacity and premium seating that drives the kind of revenue needed to compete for championships.


SOMETIMES HISTORY RHYMES, and sometimes it claps back. In 1992, San Francisco Giants owner Bob Lurie reached an agreement to sell the franchise to a group that would move it to Tampa-St. Petersburg. The decision came after a protracted fight to replace Candlestick Park — one not unlike the years-long fight to replace the Coliseum.

John Fisher likes to tell the story of his family’s connection to the Giants. His grandfather was a rabid fan, and his oldest brother, Robert, attended the seventh game of the 1962 World Series, which the Yankees won, 1-0, when second baseman Bobby Richardson famously caught a Willie McCovey line drive to end the game with two runners on base. “I got into this because I’m a fan,” John Fisher says. “I know what it’s like; it’s agonizing when your team loses and incredibly uplifting when it wins.”

The Giants, of course, didn’t leave, and the Fishers — and their money — were among the reasons. In the Sept. 26, 1993 edition of the San Francisco Examiner, Donald Fisher was quoted as saying he and his son John joined the Giants’ ownership group to help keep the team from moving to Tampa-St. Petersburg. John is quoted as saying, “It’s definitely a civic-minded thing for us. My grandfather (Sydney) was a lifelong Giants fan.”

John, according to his father, was the driving force behind the family’s decision. In Donald Fisher’s autobiography, a self-published, 724-page tome distributed to friends, family and business associates, he writes that John came to him and said, “I think we ought to try to put a deal together to keep the Giants here.” The San Francisco Chronicle, which acquired a copy of the book, reports that Donald replied, “I’m not interested in it. If you’re interested, you take care of it. I’m not going to pay any attention to it.”

The group of prominent local investors, led by Peter Magowan and consisting of an A list of old San Francisco money, managed to purchase the team and build Oracle Park, a privately financed ballpark on the waterfront. When I asked Fisher if any local groups, driven by similar civic pride, have approached him with an offer to purchase the team and keep it in Oakland, he shook his head and seemed to dismiss the question. “I’m not going to comment on whether I’ve received inquiries into the team or anything like that,” he says. “Like I said, I’m a local, right? Bay Area native. And so I think if there was anyone who was going to give it their all to try and make it work, it was going to be me.”

Since the A’s announced their deal in Las Vegas, Thao says her office has heard from “multiple buyers who are very viable. I’m not going to bring up their names, but there are people willing to come together to figure out how we keep the A’s here.”

The problem they face, she says, is simple:

“You can’t buy something that’s not for sale.”

And that is unlikely to change. No matter how loud the chants get, no matter how personal the billboards become, no matter how far and wide the “SELL” shirts spread, Fisher has given no indication he plans to accede to the wishes of the Oakland fans. At least not yet. There is a widespread belief around City Hall and in the Coliseum stands that Fisher will sell after the relocation is approved and the team’s valuation skyrockets.

Asked directly, Fisher elided, saying, “I got into baseball because I was a fan, and I loved the game. And I always thought the A’s had this incredible history to them. … As I told somebody the other day, I don’t really feel like I’m an owner. Because I think, with baseball teams and other sports teams, you’re really a kind of a caretaker for creating a legacy of additional history for your club. And that’s what I hope to create for us in Las Vegas.”

In a twist, Fisher might leave a legacy in Oakland, after all. It won’t include sculptures from his personal collection or Ingels’ cool ballpark design, but Fisher’s investments in the Howard Terminal site will make it easier for the city to lure a new developer to create a new vision. The grant money the city procured awaits the next visionary. The cranes loom, the views are great, the possibilities remain limitless.

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Mike Gundy, the second-longest-tenured FBS head coach, has been fired by Oklahoma State, effective immediately, it was announced Tuesday.

Gundy, 58, was in his 21st season leading the Cowboys this fall. His exit comes four days after Oklahoma State fell to 1-2 in a 19-12 loss to Tulsa last Friday and less than 24 hours after Gundy publicly stated on Monday his “100 percent” intention to remain with the program beyond the 2025 season.

“I’m under contract, here, for I think 3½ years,” Gundy said Monday. “When I was hired here to take this job, ever since that day, I’ve put my heart and soul into this and I will continue to do that until at some point, if I say I don’t want to do it or if somebody else says we don’t want you to do it.”

Gundy will be owed $15 million by the university.

“This is a decision about what’s best for our football program, our student-athletes and Oklahoma State University and it reflects our unwavering commitment to championship-level football and competing for national success,” university president Jim Hess said in a statement.

“Coach Gundy dedicated decades of his life to OSU, achieving significant success and positively impacting hundreds of young men who wore the OSU uniform. His contributions to our university, both as a player and coach, deserve our profound respect and will not be forgotten. We are grateful for his service and wish him and his family the very best.”

Gundy compiled a record of 170-90 from 2005 to 2025, overseeing a rapid transformation of the Oklahoma State football program across two-plus decades in charge. He led the Cowboys to eight 10-win seasons, including a 2011 Big 12 title campaign that saw Oklahoma State finish No. 3 in the AP Top 25 and a Fiesta Bowl win over Stanford.

Gundy and the Cowboys reached the Big 12 championship game as recently as 2023. But his departure follows in the wake of a downward spiral over recent seasons.

The Cowboys have dropped 11 of their past 12 games dating to the start of the 2024 season, with 11 consecutive defeats against FBS opponents — the longest such streak among Power 4 programs nationally.

“College football has changed drastically in the last few years, and the investment needed to compete at the highest level has never been more important,” athletic director Chad Weiberg said in a statement. “As we search for the next head coach of Cowboy Football, we are looking for someone who can lead our program in this new era.

“… Moving forward, it is critical for our fans, alumni and donors to align behind Cowboy Football. This is a pivotal moment, the stakes have never been higher and we need everyone on board.”

Once a beacon for high-flying, offensive football, Gundy, who was a star quarterback for Oklahoma State in the late 1980s, leaves with the Cowboys ranked 81st in total offense and 74th in scoring this season.

Gundy agreed to a restructured contract to remain the program’s coach late last year following a 3-9 finish to the 2024 season.

Oklahoma State added more than 60 new players to its roster before the 2025 season. After a Week 1 win over UT-Martin, the Cowboys suffered a 69-3 drubbing on the road at Oregon before falling to in-state Group of 5 rivals Tulsa in Week 4.

The Cowboys gave up 11 plays of 15-plus yards, made just three trips to the red zone and were outgained 424-403 in the loss to Tulsa — the program’s first home loss to the Golden Hurricane since 1951.

Oklahoma State opens Big 12 play against Baylor on Saturday.

Monday marked the 17th anniversary of Gundy’s infamous “I’m a man, I’m 40” rant.

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CINCINNATI — Former Cincinnati Bengals running back Rudi Johnson has died at the age of 45, the team confirmed Tuesday.

Johnson’s death was first reported by TMZ. A cause of death and exact date were not disclosed.

In a statement, the Bengals mourned Johnson’s death.

“Rudi was a fine person and an excellent running back for us,” Bengals president Mike Brown said. “He was dependable and productive as a player, and very popular among his teammates. Everyone liked him and saw him as a dear friend. We are deeply saddened by his passing.”

The Bengals drafted Johnson in the fourth round in 2001 out of Auburn. He played the next seven seasons with Cincinnati, where he finished his tenure as one of the most productive running backs in franchise history.

He started in 59 of his 81 appearances with the Bengals. He finished his time in Cincinnati with 5,742 career rushing yards, the fourth-highest total in franchise history. Johnson also scored 48 rushing touchdowns, good for third on the team’s all-time list.

For three straight years, Johnson had exactly 12 touchdowns on the ground. His most notable season was in 2004, when he rushed for 1,454 yards and earned a Pro Bowl nod.

Cincinnati released him in 2008. Johnson played one more season with the Detroit Lions, where he rushed for 237 yards in 14 games.

Before entering the league, Johnson had a prolific college career. In 2000, he was named the SEC Offensive Player of the Year in his only season at Auburn, where he carried the ball 324 times that season for 1,567 yards, the fourth-best mark for a single season in school history. He also had 9 catches for 70 yards and scored a total of 13 touchdowns.

Auburn called Johnson “one of the best to ever wear the orange and blue” in a statement on X.

Before his stay at Auburn, Johnson spent two seasons at Butler Community College in Kansas, where he led the top junior college to back-to-back national championships.

In 2016, Johnson was inducted into the National Junior College Athletic Association’s Football Hall of Fame.

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Best slugger, best game … badonkadonk of the year?! Jeff Passan’s 2025 MLB season awards

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With another two months until baseball writers vote for the Most Valuable Players, Cy Young Award winners and Rookies of the Year, now seems the perfect time for a far wider-ranging set of honors for Major League Baseball’s 2025 season.

The third annual Passan Awards aim to celebrate the most enjoyable elements of a season and recognize that even those who aren’t the best of the best deserve acknowledgment. Certainly, the winners are talented, but the players favored to win the MVP awards for the second straight season, Aaron Judge and Shohei Ohtani, will not get this hardware. Instead, the first award honors a player for his anatomy.

Badonkadonk of the Year: Cal Raleigh

As if it could be anyone else.

Ball knowers understood who Raleigh was entering the 2025 season: the best catcher in MLB, a switch-hitting, Platinum Glove-winning, home-run-punishing hero with the most appropriate (and inappropriate) nickname in baseball — the Big Dumper, for his lower half putting the maximus in gluteus.

This, though? A superstar turn in which the Seattle Mariners’ best player passes Hall of Famers such as Mickey Mantle and Ken Griffey Jr. in the record books? A season-long run in which he keeps pace with Aaron Judge, the best hitter in the world still at the peak of his powers, in the American League MVP race? A legitimate shot at becoming only the seventh player in MLB history to hit 60 or more home runs in a season.

Look hard enough and it makes sense. A season like Raleigh’s 2025 necessitates playing every day, which, at a position where 120 games is the norm, is almost impossible. Well, Raleigh has sat out three games this year. Amid all his responsibilities as a catcher, he has taken a right-handed swing that was the weaker of the two and honed it into a stroke as powerful as his left-handed wallop.

The confluence of it all in Raleigh’s age-28 season has thrust the Mariners to the precipice of their first AL West title since 2001 and put Raleigh on a pedestal alongside Judge. Raleigh’s case for MVP is strong. He has got the numbers to back up the narrative, which could be very compelling for voters: the game’s 2025 home run king, playing its most important position, carries the franchise with whom he signed a long-term extension to the postseason while the star in the Bronx, already a two-time AL MVP winner, doesn’t do anything different than he typically does.

Of course, just maintaining his status quo is actually a pretty good case for Judge, considering his OPS exceeds Raleigh’s by nearly 175 points. But that’s for MVP voters to decide. The case of the best badonkadonk is open and shut. From the city that gave the world Sir Mix-A-Lot comes version 2.0: bigger, better, dumpier.


None of this is new for Schwarber, the 32-year-old who has spent the past four seasons with the Philadelphia Phillies as the National League’s three-true-outcomes demigod. Schwarber is third in the NL in walks (behind Juan Soto and Shohei Ohtani), second in strikeouts (behind James Wood) and tied with Ohtani for the lead with 53 home runs. Beyond the season-long compilation of gaudy numbers, though, are the moments that have appended “of the year” onto the slugger label he long ago earned.

When NL manager Dave Roberts needed hitters for the All-Star Game swing-off — a truncated Home Run Derby that would break the game’s 6-6 tie — of course, he chose Schwarber, who whacked three home runs on three swings and secured the win. If anyone in the sport was poised to go on a single-game heater and pummel four home runs, he was near, if not at, the top of the list for that, too — and did so Aug. 28.

Schwarber is the archetypal slugger. He will have some rough at-bats, and his slumps will be uglier than most because of his propensity to strike out. But when he gets hot, there’s nothing like it: the compact stroke, the innate power and the symbiosis between him and the electric crowds at Citizens Bank Park converge to create a monster of which pitchers want no part.

Even though the team doesn’t have ace Zack Wheeler and All-Star shortstop Trea Turner because of injuries, Schwarber stabilized the Phillies and kept them from sliding down the standings alongside the New York Mets. Schwarber’s impending free agency will grow into a heated bidding war because he is as beloved as he is good, and he’s very, very good.

In the meantime, because he is a designated hitter with a mediocre batting average, Schwarber will not receive the MVP love he deserves. So, consider this a way of honoring Schwarber: king of the sluggers, ready to light up another October.


Base thief of the Year: Juan Soto

Of all the unbelievable things to happen in the 2025 season — the no-way-that-can-be-true, how-did-that-happen, you-got-to-be-kidding-me facts — this is unquestionably the wildest: Juan Soto leads MLB in stolen bases in the second half.

Seriously, Juan Soto. The $765 million man. In 58 games since the All-Star break, Soto has 24 stolen bases — four more than runner-up Jazz Chisholm Jr. This season, Soto has swiped 35, nearly triple his previous career high of a dozen set in 2019 and 2023. And it’s not as if Soto is leaving all kinds of outs on the basepaths; he has been caught just four times this season (though three of those are in September).

Soto hits home runs with regularity (42 this season, 19 in the second half). He has the best eye in the game. Stolen bases, though? The guy who ranks 503rd out of 571 qualified players in sprint speed? The one who takes more than 4½ seconds to go from home to first base?

It’s just further proof that ripping bags, in this era of larger bases and limited pickoff moves for pitchers, is no longer the sole domain of the speedy. With a little bit of know-how and gumption, anyone can become a base stealer. Josh Naylor, the Seattle Mariners’ burly first baseman, is fourth in MLB in the second half with 17 — one ahead of Tampa Bay rookie Chandler Simpson, one of the fastest runners in the big leagues. Miami rookie catcher Agustin Ramirez, who is also objectively slow, has stolen more bases since the All-Star break than Bobby Witt Jr., Jose Ramirez, Fernando Tatis Jr., Julio Rodriguez and Elly De La Cruz.

The new rules have led to remarkable seasons: Ronald Acuna Jr.’s 40/70 year in 2023 and Ohtani’s 50/50 campaign last year. As unprecedented as each was, they’d have been likelier bets than Soto threatening to become just the seventh player to go 40/40. That he’s at 30/30 already — alongside Chisholm, Jose Ramirez and Corbin Carroll — is remarkable enough.

Credit is due in plenty of places. To Mets baserunning coach Antoan Richardson, whose work with Soto encouraged him to study the craft of stealing a base and trust his instincts. To the Mets’ late-season ruin that made every base seem that much more important. Most of all, to Soto, who, after signing the richest contract in professional sports history, refused to pigeonhole himself as someone defined by patience and pop and actively sought his most well-rounded incarnation yet.


Best Player You Still Know Nothing About: Geraldo Perdomo

Who were the five best everyday players in baseball this year? There are three locks: Raleigh, Judge and Shohei Ohtani. After that, it’s a matter of preference. Want a masher? Schwarber or Soto would qualify. Prefer an all-around player? Witt is a good choice at No. 4, Ramírez always warrants consideration and, had he not gotten hurt, Turner would have been firmly in the mix.

Consider, however, the case of Perdomo, the Arizona Diamondbacks’ 25-year-old shortstop. As easily as Perdomo’s bonanza 2025 can be summed up with Wins Above Replacement — his 6.9 via FanGraphs ranks behind only the three locks and Witt, and Perdomo’s 6.8 via Baseball-Reference comes in third behind only Judge and Raleigh — his statistics get even more interesting upon a granular look. Here are Perdomo’s numbers, followed by their MLB rank out of 144 qualified hitters:

Batting average: .289 (13th)
On-base percentage: .391 (5th)
Slugging percentage: .462 (47th)
Runs: 96 (13th)
RBIs: 97 (14th)
Strikeout rate: 10.9% (8th)
Walk rate: 13.4% (14th)
Stolen bases: 26 (19th)
Games played: 155 (8th)

And that’s to say nothing of Perdomo playing the second-most-important position in baseball at a high level. He is not Witt defensively, but Perdomo is always on the field — his 1,363 innings are the most at shortstop in the majors this season — and, outside of the occasional throwing mishap, eminently reliable.

Take it all into account, and it adds up to a legitimate case for Perdomo to join the game’s luminaries. He is neither the most well-known star on the Diamondbacks (Carroll) nor even in his own middle infield (Ketel Marte). And that’s fine. The numbers tell his story. And it’s one worth knowing.


Individual Performance of the Year: Nick Kurtz

Since the turn of the 20th century, a period that comprises around 4 million individual games played by position players, there have been:

  • Nine games with a player scoring six runs

  • 21 games with a player hitting four homers

  • 81 games in which batters went 6-for-6

  • 170 games with a player having at least eight RBIs

And only one game with all four.

That belongs to A’s rookie first baseman Nick Kurtz, who, three months after his major league debut, turned in arguably the greatest game by a hitter. Facing the Houston Astros on July 25, Kurtz, 22, started with a single in the first inning, followed with a home run in the second, doubled off the top of the wall in left field two innings after that, and finished homer, homer, homer in his final three at-bats.

The home runs came off four pitchers: starter Ryan Gusto, relievers Nick Hernandez and Kaleb Ort, and utilityman Cooper Hummel, whose 77.6 mph meatball went over the short porch in left field at Daikin Park. Five of Kurtz’s six hits that night went to the opposite field, a testament to his lethal bat that should win him unanimous American League Rookie of the Year honors and will land him on plenty of AL MVP ballots.

Kurtz finished the game with 19 total bases, tying a record that has long belonged to Shawn Green, whose line was almost identical to Kurtz’s: a single, double and four home runs with six runs — but only seven RBIs. Yes, all four of Green’s homers came off big league pitchers, and he did it at Miller Park, a tougher place in 2002 to hit homers than Daikin in 2025.

When trying to adjudicate a winner, every factor counts. But for argument’s sake, let’s say Kurtz’s game was better than Green’s because of that additional RBI. Was it superior to Ohtani’s last September, in which he went 6-for-6 with a single, 2 doubles, 3 home runs, 10 RBIs and a pair of stolen bases — and in that same game he became the first player with at least 50 homers and 50 steals in a season? It’s difficult to argue with the historical nature of Ohtani’s game. Context should matter, and to do something never conceived of before 2024 adds a delicious narrative flourish to Ohtani’s performance.

If Kurtz’s game isn’t the best, it’s certainly among the top five. And in the year of the four-homer game — there have been an MLB-high three this season, with Schwarber and Eugenio Suarez joining the party — none compared to Kurtz’s.


The average major league fastball ticked up another 0.2 mph this year, all the way to 94.4 mph, more than 3 mph harder than when the league began tracking pitch data in 2007. Pitch velocity is a marker not only for where the game is now but where it’s going. And where it has gone is featuring a starting pitcher with a slider nearly as fast as a league-average heater.

Misiorowski, the Milwaukee Brewers’ rookie right-handed starter, is a walking outlier. At 6-foot-7, he is taller than all but 18 of the 868 players who have thrown a pitch this season, and at under 200 pounds, his slender body and its elasticity stretch the bounds of what a pitcher should look like. What they create is magic.

Though the 23-year-old Misiorowski’s triple-digit fastball generates the most oohs and aahs, his slider induces the most gawking. Misiorowski’s slider averages 94.1 mph. He has thrown 85 of them at least 95 mph this season — a full 10-plus mph over the rest of the league’s average. He got Mookie Betts swinging on a 97.4 mph slider in August. It was the full-count version of the pitch he delivered at 95.5 mph against Willi Castro on June 20, though, that earned this award.

It wasn’t just the velocity or pitch shape that was most impressive. It was the swing Misiorowski induced. Castro just wanted to get on base. Hell, he just wanted to make contact. Instead, he got this:

That right there — the velocity, the late movement, the pitch shape — is an evolutionary slider. For all the pitchers who have made 90-plus-mph sliders a regular thing, Misiorowski essentially said: “Thank you for walking so I could run.” Castro did not simply swing and miss. He got pretzel’d. Misiorowski punctuated it with a celebratory twirl off the mound. The visual only amped up Miz Mania, which peaked when, barely 25 innings into his career, MLB named him an All-Star replacement.

Since then, the league has caught up to Misiorowski. The plan is for him to pitch out of the bullpen in the postseason, though injuries to the Brewers’ pitching staff — the best team in MLB this year — could change that. Whether he’s a starter or reliever, Misiorowski can unleash the sort of pitch previously seen only in dreams — or, as Castro will attest, nightmares.


Put together two teams like the Pirates and Rockies, and the possibilities are endless. Most of those possibilities, of course, are offensive — and not in the run-scoring sort of way. The baseball gods’ sense of humor reveals itself at the oddest times, though, and when the teams met at Coors Field the day after the trade deadline, they partook in the most madcap, rollicking affair of the 2025 season.

That day had already offered a Game of the Year candidate: Miami’s 13-12 victory over the New York Yankees, who blew a five-run lead in the seventh inning, recaptured it in the top of the ninth and got walked off in the bottom. The notion that the Pirates and Rockies would one-up that was unlikely, but then the beauty of baseball is as much in the unexpected as it is the known.

It started as any game at Coors can: with a nine-run top of the first inning, matching the run support the Pirates had given Paul Skenes in his previous nine starts combined. Pittsburgh, facing Antonio Senzatela, started single, single, single, single, grand slam, single, walk before Jared Triolo grounded into a double play. The Pirates followed single, walk, home run, single, single, then finally closed the frame when their 14th batter, Oneil Cruz, struck out.

The Rockies chipped away — a run in the first, three more in the third. The middle innings were chaos. Three for the Pirates in the top of the fourth, two for the Rockies in the bottom. Three more for the Pirates in the top of the fifth, four for the Rockies in the bottom. After a run in the sixth, Pittsburgh held a 16-10 lead and carried it into the eighth inning, when the Rockies scored a pair.

The bottom of the ninth beckoned. Pittsburgh had traded its closer, David Bednar, to the Yankees the previous day and called on Dennis Santana, who came into the game having allowed seven runs in 46⅓ innings. He struck out Ezequiel Tovar for the first out. Then, the madness of the day peaked. A Hunter Goodman home run. A Jordan Beck walk. A Warming Bernabel triple. A Thairo Estrada single. And, finally, a Brenton Doyle walk-off homer to left-center field.

Final: Rockies 17, Pirates 16.

In the modern era, only 20 games featured more runs than the Pirates and Rockies — the two lowest-scoring teams in 2025 — put up that day. Just two of those were decided by one run. Neither ended on a walk-off, let alone a walk-off homer.

Baseball is funny like that. Even two last-place teams that have combined for more than 200 losses this season can face off and emerge with something unforgettable.


The Chicken-and-Beer Award for Most Staggering Collapse: New York Mets

Note: This could wind up including the Detroit Tigers, whose lead over the Cleveland Guardians — 15½ games on July 8, 12½ on Aug. 25 — has almost evaporated. If Cleveland surpasses Detroit in the AL Central, consider the Tigers compatriots in ignominy with New York.

For now, the dishonor belongs alone to the Mets, who on June 12 won their sixth consecutive game to extend their major-league-best record to 45-24. Queens felt like the center of the baseball universe. Soto wasn’t even hitting up to his standard, and the Mets were still bludgeoning opponents enough that they held the best expected winning percentage along with the top record.

Since then, the Mets have the same record as the White Sox: 35-52. Not only have they frittered away what was then a 5½-game advantage over Philadelphia atop the NL East, they’ve fallen out of the first, second and third wild cards, too. As of today, they are on the outside of the postseason looking in.

The Mets haven’t flamed out in one spectacular blaze. It has been a slow burn, a consistent degradation of quality, gradual and raw. It’s everywhere. An inconsistent lineup. A bad bullpen. A starting rotation that buoyed them over the first 69 games disappeared, through injury and ineffectiveness, to the point that New York is now relying on three rookie starters, all of whom the team preferred to keep in the minor leagues until next year.

Now, Nolan McLean, Jonah Tong and Brandon Sproat are fundamental parts of any salvage job the Mets hope to hatch. And that is the most damning indictment of all: a $340 million team, left to rely on a group of young players to rescue the franchise from its self-inflicted depths. Attempts in the middle of the season to turn things around, as they did in making an NLCS run last year, didn’t work. Adding reliever Ryan Helsley and outfielder Cedric Mullins at the trade deadline didn’t, either.

This collapse isn’t the 1964 Phillies or even the 2011 Red Sox, whose pitching staff habitually ate fried chicken and drank beer in the clubhouse during games, even as the team’s nine-game advantage in September evaporated. At least that was the equivalent of a Band-Aid being ripped off. This has been interminable, a stark reminder that for all the Mets have going for them — the richest owner in the game, plenty of talent, excellent resources — they’re still the Mets, professional purveyors of pain.


There were plenty of choices. Soto’s contract is an all-timer. Max Fried has been everything the Yankees needed. And there was no shortage of trade options, from the blockbusters (Kyle Tucker to the Cubs, Rafael Devers to the Giants) to the deadline stunners (Mason Miller to the Padres, Carlos Correa back to the Astros).

In terms of sheer impact, the Red Sox’s December acquisition of Crochet is unbeatable. And it’s among the most infrequent of trades, too: one in which both parties emerge elated. Without Crochet, 26, headlining the rotation, Boston isn’t sniffing a playoff spot. Not only did the Red Sox think enough of him to give up four players who had yet to make their major league debut, but during spring training, they kept Crochet from reaching free agency next winter with a six-year, $170 million contract extension even though the left-hander had never thrown 150 innings in a season.

Boston’s faith was well-founded. Crochet leads MLB in strikeouts and the AL in innings pitched. He has faced 788 batters this year, and they are hitting .220/.268/.360 against him. And with a 17-5 record and 2.69 ERA, he has positioned himself as the likely runner-up behind Tarik Skubal in AL Cy Young voting.

All was not lost for Chicago. Teel has been exceptional and looks like a future All-Star at catcher. Meidroth gives the White Sox a high-on-base, low-strikeout threat at either middle-infield position. Gonzalez is becoming a reliable big league bullpen option. And Montgomery, a switch-hitting center fielder, is already up to Double-A.

Trades don’t work out more often than they do. (Just ask the Mets.) But on the day this deal was consummated, the industry response liked it for each side. The White Sox weren’t willing to commit to a Crochet extension and wanted to avoid injury or ineffectiveness cratering his value, and in Boston, they found a team desperate enough to offload an immense amount of talent. Year 1 of a deal that included a combined 30 years of club control is too early to name definitive winners and losers. So for now, it’s an easy call: the rare win-win.


The Tickle Me Elmo Award: Torpedo Bats

Remember the torpedo bat? It was going to revolutionize baseball. The first weekend of the season, with a lineup full of hitters using the bat that looked like nothing MLB had ever seen, the Yankees hit 15 home runs — against the Brewers, who since have been among the best teams in baseball at home run prevention.

The concept was simple: MLB allows the redistribution of wood weight as long as the bat stays within specified parameters, so why not take the mass that typically is toward the end of the barrel and create a new shape that better suits individual hitters? After the Yankees’ home run barrage, the torpedo bat became baseball’s version of Tickle Me Elmo, Furby and Cabbage Patch Kids: the must-have toy of the moment.

Well, the moment passed. Torpedoes certainly remain in circulation — Raleigh uses a different model from each side of the plate — and are not going anywhere. But the notion that half the league would switch bat models ignored the realities that a) baseball players are creatures of habit and b) the torpedo doesn’t suit the significant sum of players who hit the ball more toward the end of the bat.

And that’s fine. Not every piece of technology is meant for every consumer. The takeaway from torpedo bats isn’t that they are a failure because they haven’t taken over the market, nor is it that they are a success because the best home run hitter of 2025 uses them. It’s that the game is full of curious people who aren’t afraid to build a new mousetrap. That’s how a game that has been around for 150 years evolves. And that’s a perfectly good thing.


Thing we’ll still be talking about in 50 years: The Colorado Rockies’ run differential

Maybe Raleigh hits 60. Or Judge continues his spate of all-time-elite seasons, giving this one greater context. Perhaps there’s a surprise World Series winner. It is baseball, which means trying to predict the next 50 minutes, let alone the next 50 years, is a fool’s errand.

But in the modern era, which comprises every season since 1900, never before has there been a team as good at giving up runs while being as bad at scoring them as the Rockies. There have been thousands of baseball teams in the game’s history. None has a worse run differential than Colorado’s -404 (and counting).

That is not just hard to do. It has been, to this point, impossible. Getting outscored by more than 2½ runs per game is the domain of teams in the 1800s. (The 1899 Cleveland Spiders yielded an astounding 723 runs more than they scored in 154 games.) And yet, here are the Rockes, whose ignominy won’t launch them past the White Sox for the most losses in a modern season but will place them atop record books with a minuscule likelihood of being supplanted.

The numbers are quite simple. Colorado has scored just 584 runs, fewer than any team except Pittsburgh, whose offense includes a single player (Spencer Horwitz) with an adjusted OPS above league average. Colorado has allowed 988, the most in the big leagues by more than 125 runs. And the heretofore mythical minus-404 differential, seen as an impossible wall to breach, has crumbled, felled by an organizational ineptitude that has grown uglier annually since 2019. Even the all-time-bad teams — the 1932 Red Sox (43-111, -345), the 2023 A’s (50-112, -339) and the 2003 Tigers (43-119, -337) — look at these Rockies and say: You are awful.

So, yeah. It’s not the kind of record worthy of celebrating or shouting from the mountaintops. It’s just one strong enough to stand the test of time, even if it takes another 100 years to break it.

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