Our trip down to Petco Park went well.
Spent some time bumming around the beach. Saw lots of topless sunbathers. Mostly old fat guys. Actually the only topless people were all old fat guys.
Got a free parking spot for the game.
Our $5 standing room tickets were instantly upgraded to $40 field level tickets. A guy with no ticket scalping skills gave up trying to sell his tickets and just gave them to me because he must have been impressed by me wearing a Giants shirt to a Padres game. We sat 31 rows behind the Arizona dugout.
Petco Park is pretty big. The center field park (where we would have watched the game from if not for the no-skills scalper) is pretty nice. The concourse areas are huge. For a few dollars, there are booths where you can take either take a few swings off a digital major league pitcher or pitch to a digital major league batter. I found out my 6-seam fastball tops out at about 54 mph (I didn't get to warm up!), but I drilled Sammy Sosa twice in one at-bat. (Howard chose not to participate in the pitching challenge, even though the last time he did at Pac Bell, his pitch was off the radar gun. Literally.)
Stopped by Evergreen baptist Church of Los Angeles on the way back Sunday morning, where we met some old Berkeley pals, Mitch, Mike, and former 5824 resident Danny.
One lingering question from this weekend: If I miss you like the deserts miss the rain (as the statment from the song by Everything But The Girl says) does that mean I miss you or I don't miss you? I don't think the Mojave or Saraha really 'miss' precipitation. That song confuses me.
Monday: No work! Bay Area Rescue Mission Golf Tournament!!
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