By emma silvers | May 30, 2013
There are still about 10 minutes until the match starts, but the noise from the sellout crowd inside the Oakland Convention Center has reached a dull roar.
As the anticipation builds, referees in zebra-striped shirts amble around the track, making sure everything’s up to regulation standards. Groups of tattooed 20- and 30-somethings make their way to the concession stands for tequila shots, beer and tamales; one biker couple in their 60s scopes out the bleachers for any remaining seats. Across the way, a group of first-graders unfurls a finger-painted banner they’ve made to cheer on their favorite athlete: their teacher.
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