Opening Day
Ahhh, nothing signals the beginning of spring (or the unofficial beginning of summer) like Opening Day, especially when it's 72 degrees without a cloud in the sky.
My brother Davi and I met on the train and got out to the ballyard at around noon. The place was hopping, every bar was spilling out into the streets. Therefore, we decided to head over to the Java House, which has almost become a opening day tradition for us. But it seems every year the Java House gets a little more popular, and this year was no exception.
No to be denied, I braved the beer line while Davi found a spot for us to imbibe. Before long, we were doing just that. Then we headed into the ballpark, taking note of the new billboards, vending stands and, of course, the inflated beer prices. Just for the record, you can get yourself a 14 oz domestic beer for $7.75, or upgrade to a microbrew for a cool $8. That's only a quarter more than last year, right? But I am going to start looking into a pair of bar-noculars...
Davi and I made our way down to our seats in time to see new Dodger Jeff Kent receive his San Francisco welcome. Then we saw Barry get cheered to tears and the traditional fly-over. Davi and I sprawled amongst the four empty seats to our right, but we knew our comfy accommodations would end at any time. Except it didn't. Believe it or not, the clown who owns the four seats next to us didn't even come to opening day. It was paradise! Who woulda thunk?
As the game went on, Edgardo Alfonso's 2-run HR plus a few Dodger errors were enough for the Giants to take the game 4-2. And guess what? My forrmer party-animal-brother-turned-mormon joined in the festival-like atmosphere and enjoyed two post-game beers on the Acme Chophouse patio and even indulged in a double G&T on the train ride home!
Whatever you do, don't give his wife the link to this blog.
My brother Davi and I met on the train and got out to the ballyard at around noon. The place was hopping, every bar was spilling out into the streets. Therefore, we decided to head over to the Java House, which has almost become a opening day tradition for us. But it seems every year the Java House gets a little more popular, and this year was no exception.
No to be denied, I braved the beer line while Davi found a spot for us to imbibe. Before long, we were doing just that. Then we headed into the ballpark, taking note of the new billboards, vending stands and, of course, the inflated beer prices. Just for the record, you can get yourself a 14 oz domestic beer for $7.75, or upgrade to a microbrew for a cool $8. That's only a quarter more than last year, right? But I am going to start looking into a pair of bar-noculars...
Davi and I made our way down to our seats in time to see new Dodger Jeff Kent receive his San Francisco welcome. Then we saw Barry get cheered to tears and the traditional fly-over. Davi and I sprawled amongst the four empty seats to our right, but we knew our comfy accommodations would end at any time. Except it didn't. Believe it or not, the clown who owns the four seats next to us didn't even come to opening day. It was paradise! Who woulda thunk?
As the game went on, Edgardo Alfonso's 2-run HR plus a few Dodger errors were enough for the Giants to take the game 4-2. And guess what? My forrmer party-animal-brother-turned-mormon joined in the festival-like atmosphere and enjoyed two post-game beers on the Acme Chophouse patio and even indulged in a double G&T on the train ride home!
Whatever you do, don't give his wife the link to this blog.
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