May 20th, 2006

Calvinball

D'oh

Retired from the festivities early last night, went out for a walk in the rain and a chicken sandwich, and then went back to my room to read. I also tried to pull in the Dodger game on Gameday audio, but my ancient laptop needs a bunch of software upgrades to make that work, and I really didn't have the patience last night. Instead, I watched as the stumblebum Braves gave up lead after lead to the DBacks. I must admit to a bit of schadenfreude regarding the Braves situation this year (after sixteen years of putting up with smug old Skip Carey), but could somebody out there please beat the DBacks?

It turns out I really should've made the effort to pull in the game, because the Dodgers frelling crushed old friend Jeff Weaver and the Angels, 16-3, pounding out 25 hits in the game, something they hadn't done in 75 years. Andre "the Giant" Ethier (which if you think about it is a terrible nickname for a Dodger), was 5-5 with a home run and a sac fly, raising his batting average 95 points. Aaron Sele looked shaky in the first two innings, but settled down after that to get the win.

Lance Carter, the blower of big leads, was recalled from Las Vegas yesterday. Grady Little claims Carter had straightened himself out in AAA, and called upon him to close out the ninth. Carter came in with a fourteen run lead, and promptly did his best to try to get it down to something more manageable, giving up a run and three hits before the hapless Angels took him off the hook. Feh.

Meanwhile, the decision to replace Jeff Weaver with Brett Tomko is looking great right now. Weaver has been getting pounded regularly in the AL (7.30 ERA), while Tomko is doing far better than anyone had a right to expect going into the season (2.88 ERA). So happy we didn't knuckle under to Boras on this.
Roadkill

Scaling the Haight...

So, I went for a walk up Haight Street and back. In most cities, when one goes out for a walk, one strolls, be it in the French Quarter, or on the Mall, or even up Fifth Avenue. In San Francisco, one hikes. Oh, you can stroll in the immediate area around the hotel, where it's dead flat, but once you turn onto Haight it's time to break out the walking sticks. The street messes with you, too, because after you go up the hill, it flattens out for awhile, leading one to believe that it's smooth sailing the rest of the way. But that's not the case. There's a second hill, just as long and steep as the first.

My plan was to check out Haight-Ashbury, and maybe do a little shopping. I'd never been, and I was interested in this legendary place from my youth. Yawn. There's a Gap on one corner of Haight and Ashbury, and a Ben & Jerry's on another. I kept walking. Most of the places I might have considered going into were still closed. (This was about 10:30. I know this because I was asked four different times what time it was. Doesn't anyone in this town wear a watch?) Finally I came over a little rise, and could see Golden Gate Park ahead. I was distracted, though because just short of GGP was Amoeba Music. Woo hoo. I hadn't even known it was on Haight, but it was one of the very few places on my list of must go to while in SF. I picked up a couple of CDs (a Magnetic Fields and a Yo La Tengo). I think I actually like the one in Hollywood better. Still, very nice to stumble across it.

I headed back the other way. My feet were killing me, but I took solace in knowing it was all downhill. I stopped for lunch at a BBQ joint called Memphis Minnie's. I wasn't especially hungry, but the aroma coming out the open door as I walked past just smelled so good. I had a smoked pork sandwich and a pint of Anchor Steam. Good stuff.

I could have gotten on a bus at that point, but I kept on walking until I got back to the hotel. All this after I did 40 minutes on the stationary bike this morning. Tired now.