See if you can spot Sexy P.
In less than one hour the San Francisco Giants will attempt to clinch the World Series of Baseball while deep in the heart of Texas. Whether or not Lincecum and the gang will able to do it tonight, it’s undeniable how much of demonstrative force they have been in unifying the vastly diverse residents of our dynamic city. Everyone has at least one thing in common.
For instance, during rush hour on a crowded BART train earlier, a testy exchange broke out between a passenger with a bicycle and another who felt it was necessary to point out that he was breaking the rules. Another passenger who overheard the conversation shouted from the other side of the train, “Don’t fuck with bikes!” The murmuring of everyone around grew louder and the tension escalated as they said a few more things to each other.
Thinking fast, I yelled, “Go Giants!” Immediately, everyone in the car burst into laughter and smiles that sustained until we got to the next stop, where the passenger with the bicycle departed after offering an earnest apology to no one in particular. Crisis averted.
So yeah, Go Giants! And let’s try to be rad to each other all the time!
Before breaking into a spirited rendition of Piazza, New York Catcher, Stuart inquired about our pennant-racing boys in black (and orange):
I don’t know how the game ended up today. Oh? It wasn’t good, eh? Not to worry, we’re bringing it back home 1-1. That’s how you want it to be, really.
Those Phillies don’t stand a chance.
Where will you be on Tuesday at 4:20?
We’ve got a pennant race on our hands, people. While the obvious place to catch the Giants in the playoffs is AT&T Park, this is also unfortunately the time when the bandwagon is overflowing with corporate sponsor types and other rich people who often price the true fans (who have been attending almost every regular season game, right guys?) right out of the ballpark.
So where does that leave you? Well, probably watching the game in some bar with the rest of us plebeians. The only question that remains is which bar. The Phoenix is an obvious choice because of its plentiful, large TVs and well-priced, hardy food; but if the turnout for the World Cup earlier this summer was any indication, be prepared to stand up for 9 innings. Benders also seems like it would be a no-brainer with their delicious kitchen and cheap drinks, but the televisions are at odd angles to watch for any formidable length of time.
Interestingly, several seemingly knowledgable fans have informed me that Guerrero Street is the place to be for baseball. Two bars within a block from each other, Elixir and the 500 Club, each have well-situated TVs in addition to that unique San Francisco vibe that makes you feel like you’re not in a sports bar. Plus, if those places are too packed, the Kilowatt is also right down the street.
Remember, this is the time when San Franciscans need to band together and not worry that giving away the secret location of their favorite spot might cause it to be too crowded for their personal enjoyment. Sooo, where’s your favorite spot to catch a game?
(Please be careful with the dugout pranks, though)
Burrito Justice hipped us to the Mission Reds some time ago:
Mission Reds baseball players, Heinie Sand, Clyde Beck, Jim Stoner, Al Wright, and Babe Dahlgren. Date 1934 Apr. 9.
When I first saw that picture I thought, “man, that guy who set his coffee down on the lower left hand corner really ruined this shot for future generations.” Then I thought, “how cool would it be to have a reproduction of the Mission Reds uniform?”
While they aren’t 100% faithful reproductions, it’s still a pretty cool hat tip to the only baseball team named for a neighborhood where Latinos and Hipsters politely ignore each other’s existence. The downside? They cost $185. Not exactly recession pricing. But hey, maybe if enough of us commit to a bulk order they’ll knock it down a few.
Wrong caption for the old-timey photo. Updated. (thanks Trapper!)
More Mission Reds paraphernalia from Ebbet’s:
Ball Cap $35
Road Jersey $185