Candlestick, revisited, Part II
Walking into the park with the $19 ticket I bought for $5, I felt 8-feet tall. For a second there I thought I bumped my head on the top of the ballpark's gate. A celebratory $8 beer seemed appropriate.
With my ice-cold beer, I walked down the portwalk behind the right field Arcade seats. I stopped along the wall and soaked up the first few pitches. Then I walked further down to the flagpoles, where there's a great SRO spot. Someone was already parked there, scorecard in hand. I looked up.
Yes, the upper deck, just like I used to do at Candlestick!
Before you could say "Crazy Crab," I was sitting in View Level 334, Row 9, Seat 3, sipping my beer, no shirt or shoes required. This was a beautiful day. Blue sky, maybe three clouds, probably 68 degrees, and very warm in the sun.
Noah Lowry pitched a great start and the Giants even held the lead for a while, but eventually the Pirates led the game, 4-2. Late in the 8th inning, I decided to head back down to the Arcade for the 9th. As I was walking, I heard a loud crack of the bat and Pirates fans cheering. One of the Buck's had hit another home run in the top of the 9th inning.
Looking for my favorite SRO spot by the Arcade flagpoles, I walked up to the guy I had seen there two hours before, and he was still holding his scorecard and pen. I said nothing at first, but after a batter or two I asked if Darryl Ward had hit the Pirate's last homer.
"Yeah," he said. "Because Tyler Walker is fucking shit."
I responded, "I thought he was looking pretty good for a few games there. Just like I thought Jim Brower was doing well until last night's game."
"The Giants pitching staff is fucking shit," the man declared.
The game progressed. The Giants had one on with two out. Ray Durham steps to the plate and subsequently hits into a game-ending doule play.
"See," he said. "The Giants hitters are fucking shit. Those assholes couldn't hit a vein with a needle, they all got the shakes without their steroids.
"The Giants are fucking shit."
With my ice-cold beer, I walked down the portwalk behind the right field Arcade seats. I stopped along the wall and soaked up the first few pitches. Then I walked further down to the flagpoles, where there's a great SRO spot. Someone was already parked there, scorecard in hand. I looked up.
Yes, the upper deck, just like I used to do at Candlestick!
Before you could say "Crazy Crab," I was sitting in View Level 334, Row 9, Seat 3, sipping my beer, no shirt or shoes required. This was a beautiful day. Blue sky, maybe three clouds, probably 68 degrees, and very warm in the sun.
Noah Lowry pitched a great start and the Giants even held the lead for a while, but eventually the Pirates led the game, 4-2. Late in the 8th inning, I decided to head back down to the Arcade for the 9th. As I was walking, I heard a loud crack of the bat and Pirates fans cheering. One of the Buck's had hit another home run in the top of the 9th inning.
Looking for my favorite SRO spot by the Arcade flagpoles, I walked up to the guy I had seen there two hours before, and he was still holding his scorecard and pen. I said nothing at first, but after a batter or two I asked if Darryl Ward had hit the Pirate's last homer.
"Yeah," he said. "Because Tyler Walker is fucking shit."
I responded, "I thought he was looking pretty good for a few games there. Just like I thought Jim Brower was doing well until last night's game."
"The Giants pitching staff is fucking shit," the man declared.
The game progressed. The Giants had one on with two out. Ray Durham steps to the plate and subsequently hits into a game-ending doule play.
"See," he said. "The Giants hitters are fucking shit. Those assholes couldn't hit a vein with a needle, they all got the shakes without their steroids.
"The Giants are fucking shit."
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