Let me just say that my previous assertions generalizing how much California sucked was wrong. Everything south of LA County sucks donkey balls. Palo Alto and San Francisco are amazing. Just seeing the fog roll in over the mountains and the amazing views and some of the really great looking houses and buildings all over has been great. And the stadium didn’t disappoint either.
We had club level box seats, which I love. Nothing is sillier to me than putting carpet on the floor in common areas so douchebags like me can slop garlic fries, mustard and beer on it.
For the record, garlic fries SEEMED like a good idea. But two guys out of three in the car after eating them is not. I’m surprised you guys weren’t complaining about my breath from where you are.
There was every kind of food imaginable, but I settled for fairly traditional fare of garlic fries, and giant dog and a couple of local beers. The sightlines in the park are great, and despite holding 42,000 people, it seemed very intimate. And I don’t mean intimate as in I got a hand shandy for five bucks while waiting in line for a beer.
I could have. But I didn’t.
The fans are pretty good there too, although the chick behind me bitching about how Atlanta fans do the chop and blah blah blah was tiresome. Hey honey…how about worrying about the fact that your team has an average age of about 38, your hero is a juice head and a douchebag, and you can’t seem to avoid losing 100 games. Again!!
One cool / entertaining thing was that after the last out was made, about 30 seconds later over half of the lights in the stadium were turned off. It was hilarious.
Another cool thing was that despite being right on the bay, there were fewer pigeons and seagulls than there are at my very inland super Wally World at home. However, we went from no gulls to about five, and when the lights went out, some weird Pavlovian thing occurred. We went from five birds to about 500, and they were going to town on all of the food in the bleachers.
I’m convinced that some scientist from Stanford helped get them trained about the lights, and this saves labor costs for cleaning up the park since the birds take most of it with them.
And these aren’t your average seagulls either. They are about the size of raccoons. I was actually a bit frightened.
The ride home was not without its entertainment either, but that’s another story for another day.
Thanks for reading. Try the veal, and don’t forget to tip your waitresses.
What say you?