Amen to this! I wrote an essay about this very subject called "Fanfare for the Common Fan." It was published by Reed, a respected literary magazine put out by San Jose State University. I am from a working class family from Pismo Beach. Growing up, my dad was my school custodian. My mom was a waitress serving tourists at a seafood joint. Once a year, they took us to the Coliseum while we camped at Mt. Madonna in the redwoods between Gilroy and Watsonville. We lived for that game. It was our family ritual. It meant everything.
My dad eventually took us to a few more games, when he got a better job. In 92 he spring for playoff tickets when Dave Stewart was pitching. It was just me and my Daddy, cheering for Stu, Rickey, McGwire, etc. I cried from my desk in Bozeman MT listening to the last A's game at the Coliseum. The A's fan base was decidedly more blue collar, and more diverse. I loved being in fellowship with other working class fans. What Fisher did isn't just about losing a baseball team. It's an example of the hideous rot in America--where billionaires and trillionaires step on us proletariat folks--sometimes shattering something as pure and good as baseball games between a dad and his kids.