Sour Grapes

First, I don't see what all the fuss is all about. If these loyal Boston fans are so loyal, let them move back to Boston. I am not one of these people who thinks that immigrants must renounce all ties and allegiances to the old country, but to wear red and blue to Pac Bell Park is treason. You want to engage in that garbage on your own time, in the privacy of your own home, fine, but don't do it in public on Giants' time. If you love Boston so much, remember it in the winter when Logan is iced and snowed in by some blizzard and we are going about in short-sleeve shirts. Then we'll see you people change your tune.

Second, quit gloating, Mark, because everything will be different after tonight.

Take Me Out To The Ballgame!

We went to opening day (night) of the A's, and I am happy to report that the A's are in first place with a 100% Win record! This year it's the World Series, for sure. Please note that they also have a 100% record for home games this season, a sure predictor of a victorious season.

I have to feel sorry for our fellow bloggers in Texas, since the Rangers are at the opposite end of the scale now. Oh well, at least y'all will have October free (perhaps to listen to Buck Owens, Merle Haggard and some real country music from the Golden State). Har har har. Hmmm. No gloating during Holy Week. Bad, Erik, bad.

The team also put on a great spread for their guests before the game. We took a table right by the seafood station, and I have to admit that eating ceviche, beautiful prawns, crab, and Hogg Island Oysters hardly felt like Lenten Penance food, until I saw the lamb and the Chinese station full of yummy-looking pork stuffed things.

At least the weather provided some penitential feelings. At one point I wondered, "are we in Candlestick Park?"

The A's played pretty well, with some good defensive moves. I am going to have to watch a couple of the rookies this year. As a group they showed promise, but made some rookie mistakes (the cringe moments of watching two A's look at each other as the ball whizzes past in what should have been an easy catch for either of them, or the rookie hesitation while deciding whether or not to throw the ball to first - GACK!).

Amalia was quite a trooper, but we had to leave at the fifth inning and heard the rest of the game on the radio. I was a little relieved to go this time, not just because of the cold, but because we were in a section where balls were coming in like rockets and I seem to have lost my mitt. It made me a little nervous to have to stand over Amalia to keep her from being pegged, realizing that the only thing between me and a very fast hardball was going to be the fellows around me who were practically climbing over each other to grab fouls (and after the amount of beer these fellows were drinking I was not entirely convinced of their accuracy).

Since these are the company seats, I am going to have to invest in a new mitt this season.

Play Ball!

Take Me Out to the Ball Game!

Dear Readers,

At some ungodly time this morning I will be heading off to the airport to spend four days at spring training in the Arizona sun. I will probably not be posting until Sunday. I would say, "I will think of you," but that will probably be a lie. I will be watching baseball and hanging out with Melanie and Amalia in Tempe. So, fight nicely amongst yourselves. If any of you want to take up the torch of Reconquista, there is a lively discussion going on at A Saintly Salmagundi.

Play Ball!