A friend of Steph’s and mine was kind enough to take us out to the ball game this evening. We went to Pacific Bell Park to catch a game between the San Francisco Giants and the Minnesota Twins. I have to give the Giants one thing: their stadium is a heck of a lot nicer than the Metrodome. We had a beautiful view of the bay from our upper-deck seats, and as the evening grew darker and the clouds rolled in off the ocean, I actually wondered if I could enjoy watching baseball.
Then I came back to my senses.
Still, it was a fun evening in spite of the fact that I have the worst head cold I’ve had in years, and deadlines creeping ever closer at work. The one thing that stayed with me from the entire evening was a sign that one of the many homeless men held as the crowds filtered out of the stadium. True to form for overly-individualistic San Francisco, his sign simply said, “No lies. It’s for beer”. I decided not to put anything in his cup. The possibility that this sign might be effective in San Fran sheds some light on the character of the city.
In other news, in only 10 days we’ll be coming home (that’s the 14th if you’re not sure how I’m counting) to Minnesota. It will be truly great to see the crew again and see how people are doing. The fact that we also get to attend the wedding of a close friend is just a bonus! Then you throw WWDC on top of that on the 23rd, and things are really looking up. Now if I could just get rid of this cold…