baseball with the giants

Well, the Giants lost. Big time. 10-4. We were both really tired, so it was probably a good thing that the game wasn't very interesting. (No trouble with leaving early.) It was really nice to be at a baseball game on a clear night in San Francisco. SBC Park is right on the bay, but there was really no wind at all last night, so it was very comfortable. And you gotta love the architecture of these new baseball parks. We were up in nosebleed territory, but they were still great seats. It was like we were watching baseball being played on our coffee table. Really cool.

Like I said before, it's been about eight years since I've been to a baseball game, and what I noticed most was the improvements made to both the advertising and the concessions. First of all, advertising. There was like an 80-foot long Coke bottle in left field behind the bleachers. SBC logos were absolutely everywhere. And the little (from our seats) television screen in center field had all kinds of little things to sell us. Giants merchandise was available around every turn, in the form of hats, bats, shirts, pins, and anything else you can put a logo on.

This guy was perhaps my favorite. He was selling Tully's coffee from a giant coffee pot strapped to his back. It had a hose that ended in a little spigot that he held in his hand, and a stack of cups were attached to his belt. Easy money, baby. I should get one of those and walk around school on Monday mornings with it. I could retire.

It made me wonder if the beer guy had a similar setup. A keg on his back?

Then there was the Cinnabon factor. You know how you sometimes need to avoid parts of the mall because they have those damn Cinnabon ovens cranked up to maximum aroma? In the concession area, they had a cart selling cinnamon-roasted almonds. Good lord. Corey and I had to hold our breaths and run!

Oh, and we got to see the great Barry Bonds take his turn at bat. The Phillies decided to walk him, so when the catcher and pitcher stepped to the side and started throwing balls, the entire section of fans behind home plate took out rubber chickens and started waving them and booing. And they showed a chicken dancing across the scoreboard. Pretty funny.

So that was our night out. Now I'm off to bed.

Posted: Wed - May 12, 2004 at 10:22 PM

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