Self Promotion had a very full weekend. Thank you to Editor at Large, Jonathan Simrin, for coming into the city on 2 consecutive nights. This is a huge feat for a Simrin. Mazel tov. The evening was lovely other than not being able to get a skateboard and not being able to run the bases thanks to glorious See’s Candy. (Joe Kimmel: they are GODS here.) Kids really do have all the fun. ***(Also, a big shout out to Pete of Delicate Adventures who graduated today! He is a great fan of the blog, often recalling posts that I had forgotten existed. You are so very loved by the blog community and editors.)
Tonight, the editors found some room in our quarterly budget to attend the Giants game against the Cincinnati Reds (BOO!). It was a wonderful game all around and we learned some very important lessons:
- children who dance like no one is watching are often the cutest
- children who sit in front of you and constantly give you the stank eye are not the cutest and should not have weird names
-Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods are the best source for baseball snacking (Kale chips! Cashews! VEGAN)
-sailors can go to baseball games too
-Cody Ross is a G.
-Julia and I do not look under 14. I guess I can finally retire from the bar mitzvah party circuit.
-birds can poop on your hair and this is VERY upsetting to Julia. (ed. note: neither of us got pooped on, but our friends who we were sitting with came awfully close)
-AT&T Park is just the best on a nice day. The beauty of Mt. Davis leaves something to be desired.
-Small size of the city and the weather: the two things Giants players really like about SF (ed. note: Noe Valley did receive a mention. Stay tuned for details on a possible editorial retreat to camp out in either Noe Valley or the Mission to see Giants players.)
All and all the game was a wonderful success. Special thanks to Julia’s family for hooking it up! Oh right, the Giants won and there was at least one RBI. And that’s your play-by-play from your trusted blog source. I know you all come here first for the last word in sports commentary. Jon Miller has nothing on us. (Ed. note: if Jon Miller is reading this, please take no offense. We think you’re wonderful and maybe we could get lunch!)