Athletics in The Bay Area Sports Hall of Fame
- 35, 14 Vida Blue, P,1969–1977
- 19 Bert "Campy" Campaneris, SS, 1968–1976
- 12 Orlando Cepeda, 1B, 1972
- 4 Sam Chapman, CF, 1938–1941, 1945–1951 (Tiburon native)
- 1 Eddie Joost, SS, 1947–1954, Mgr, 1954 (San Francisco native)
- 43 Dennis Eckersley, P, 1987–1995 (born in Oakland, grew up in Fremont)
- 34 Rollie Fingers, P, 1968–1976
- 27 Catfish Hunter, P, 1968–1974
- 9 Reggie Jackson, OF, 1968–1975, 1987
- 1 Billy Martin, MGR, 1980–1982 (Berkeley native)
- 44 Willie McCovey, 1B, 1976
- 8 Joe Morgan, 2B, 1984 (grew up in Oakland)
- 34 Dave Stewart, P, 1986–1992, 1995 (Oakland native)
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