It is still, and remains forever, Candlestick Park for me. Ever since the days I gritted my teeth at yet another failure of my Boys in Blue to defeat the dreaded Juan Marishol, who beat the Boys of Summer something like 24 straight at a cold hell-hole with swirling winds called Candlestick Park. The City of Los Angeles doesn't currently have an NFL franchise to call its own. And nobody cares. Not like they care in Cleveland.
LA has no home team.
That's the bottom line, here. And nobody cares. Not like they care in Cleveland. Not like they cared in Baltimore or St. Louis. Not like they seem to care in Nashville.