Brewers vs. Giants in San Francisco

I took a cab over to Fisherman's Wharf to take care of the touristy things that visitors do. I didn't really have a lot of money or time, so shopping and sightseeing was out of the question. But I did manage to get the island of Alcatraz to take time out of its busy day to pose for a picture with me. It refused to budge from its watery location, so I had to zoom in and make my head look huge. Thanks a lot asshole island of Alcatraz, now everyone thinks I have a giant head.

The train let me off just a few blocks away from AT&T Park, so I decided to head there first. It was still a good 5 hours before gametime, but I figured that it wouldn't hurt to walk around and check out the ballpark area. Despite being downtown (albeit on the edge) there wasn't a whole lot of action going on around here for being a Wednesday. But I circled around the ballpark just in case to see if I was wrong.

So instead of badgering players as they prepared for the game tonight, I did the noble thing and only bothered myself. After all, if I can't take the heat, then I should just get out of my own kitchen. I was the only one hanging outside the ballpark, which is to be expected for a Wednesday in April. If there were other drunken derelicts out taking pictures of themselves, I would started questioning the integrity of the citizens and tourists in this city. Luckily, I didn't have to pass judgment on the people in this fair city of San Francisco.

The sign behind my head serves as proof that I was in Fisherman's Wharf and not just some other random area of San Francisco. I don't know why I needed to take that picture or back up my claim, but I guess when you are a dirty liar all the time, no one ever expects the truth from you. After that, I got a crab sandwich with curly fries, and walked around trying to avoid the seagulls. See, they wanted my sandwich, and I didn't want to give it to them. So I'd say that we were at a disagreement, but I'll happily say that I won.

Home

Willie Mays "The Say Hey Kid" is the most iconic player in Brooklyn/San Francisco Giants history. He played with them from 1951-1972, and moved across the continent with the team when it relocated in 1958. In his 23 year career, he was named to the All-Star team 20 times, was NL MVP twice, rookie of the year, won 12 gold gloves, and sports a lifetime .302 batting average with 660 home runs. He's a Hall of Famer that is definitely statue worthy.

After setting the score at Scott 1, seagulls 0, I wandered around the Wharf a little bit more. I remember reading that San Francisco (due to its moderate climate and heavy tourist flow) has a bit of a homeless problem. On my last trip to San Francisco I gave a bum money cause he had a funny sign. When I saw this guy who was being brutally honest, I gave a dollar towards his beer fund. That means that I personally have contributed to the homeless problem in San Francisco because these guys don't have any incentive to get jobs because people like me give them money for free. So that's twice now that I have helped bums get booze, which puts that score of San Francisco Bums 2, Scott 0. I'm losing that battle, but I still have the seagulls in check. They do say that you have to choose your battles cause you don't win them all, and in retrospect, I'd like to think that I chose wisely.

The Brewers make one trip to San Francisco every year, and unless I am unavoidably busy, I watch every away game telecast. So I got a pretty good idea of the unique aspects of this ballpark before ever physically setting foot here. One of the things that I thought was nice was the walkway between the park and McCovey Cove, where people strolling past could take a peak inside to check out the game. From what I hear, they don't let you linger too long during games, which is complete bullshit because it is public property. If they didn't want people to hang outside and watch the games for free, they should have designed this area better, like without chain link fences that allow you to see the field. But I'm glad that you can see the field, because I saw Dave Bush and what looks like Brad Nelson doing some pregame workouts on the field. I wanted to shout out to them, but I didn't want to be that one asshole who interrupts someone while they are jogging.