hey folks. went to the giant's game last night, which was fun. i really do like going to baseball games... there's something very culty about it: the big stadium, people all cheering and chanting together. but it's a good cult. a nice cult.

what is fascinating is the cross-section of the population you get at these things. this may be a mean thing to say, but there are some really fat people at these ball games. we're talking triple wides. but then, at a place like pac bell park (or whatever the hell they're calling it now... at&t park? gross) you've also got all the trendy san franciscans who've got their blackberries out and their designer clothing. it's a strange confluence of people.

i dont' exactly know how i learned the rules of baseball, but i do still remember most of them, which kind of schocked me when i started explaining things to sarah tyler. of course, i know only the most general rules... i still have no clue what a "balk" is, though one happened last night. also, last night, at barry's third or fourth at bat (he hit homer #723 at his second or third), he had words with the umpire over a strike call which got him ejected from the game. this was in the bottom of the ninth, giants down 3, a man on third, and barry at bat... another homer could have made it a one point game. it felt like a miniature zidane at the world cup... "why'd you do it, zizou? why'd you do it, barry?" anyway, the fans in the bleachers (where we were sitting) responded by chucking garbage onto the field... sarah got slightly freaked out, and thinking back on it, had the people been drunker or the anger been fiercer, we could have had a riot on our hands. but they cleaned up the field, and the giants took it in the gut, 5-2. ah well.


still no work. i feel like i'm becoming a dull boy. until next time.