Hope for Little San Francisco

Suddenly, there is a reason to be happy in that quaint little museum of a city in the West Bay, San Francisco, known worldwide as the West Coast’s most famous tourist trap. Yes, it may be shrinking, all its families fleeing to the East Bay, particularly Oakland, while becoming the Whitest California city in a sea of color barely clinging to its progressive credentials, but it may finally get a basketball team-or not.

Yes, we know city hall pretty much shot its wad bringing Oracle’s Larry Ellison to town (I thought he already lived there or nearabouts-in desperation-they like to claim the famous folk who live nearabouts) so a couple of sailboats might regale the crowd, or not. Yes, and the brilliant folks who run the place want to do this all over again. Yay, America’s Cup, boon to your struggling city with its touristy Chinatown, pricey cable car rides, and moribund port! We urge you to bring the Cup back, at least.

Anyway, back to basketball, the city that knows how, has lost their football team and after decades of forcing fans to go out into the middle of the Bay, or at least it felt that way, finally got their baseball team, the Giants, a beautiful home. We are happy for them, of course, and we welcome them to the Oakland Coliseum where we’re still competing in October, and where they’re less likely to be beaten or stabbed to death for rooting for the wrong team.

We can only hope the folks in SF, when they’re not criminalizing the homeless, can find the will to overcome all the homegrown opposition to a new stadium near their refurbished entertainment district. And let’s hope more gridlock in that neighborhood won’t kill the golden goose they just recently grew and that Oakland’s deep fan base will be willing to come to a city like little San Fran.

We’ve heard from friends and relatives that young Black men who wander into SF, hoping to partake of its rarefied culture while attending law school at Stanford, for instance, (oh yes, this happened) got called the N word on more than one occasion, so I don’t know if our diverse communities will patronize your cute little bars and restaurants, but you can hope.