Well, the Company Was Good
I was halfway to the train station this afternoon when I realized that I had forgotten my orange Giants shirt and my radio, but by then it was too late to return without risking missing my train. The train was right on time. The assistant conductor of the Amtrak Capitol yelled at me, "This is not ACE!" as I started to board. (Because there is an ACE train to Stockton that calls not long after this Capitol train to Oakland and Sacramento, people boarding the wrong train is a recurring problem.)
I called back, "I know! Baseball! Coliseum!" The reason she thought I might be getting on the wrong train was that I was wearing my ticket pouch around my neck; many ACE passengers carry their proof-of-payment tickets on such pouches so they can doze on the trip back to Stockton without the ACE conductors having to awaken them for their tickets.
As I mentioned, I got to the game way early -- before the gates opened, even. I walked 1 2/3 times around the Coliseum before they opened Gate D, which happened to be the nearest to my seat. This was only the second time I'd been to the Coliseum, and the first time for a regular season game. I had lots of time to look around the place. It's not quite as dumpy as Candlestick Park, but it does have that rather cold, forbidding look about it. The concessions are better over at the Giants ballpark, too. After making a circuit of the place, I decided to get a giant atomic hot link and a soda. As I was heading from the hot dog stand to my seats, I came upon gil_liant
, who had just arrived. They went off to get some food and I went to our seats.( The less said about the game, the better, but if you insist...Collapse )
In the middle of the eighth inning, with the A's up 4-1, lots of people started heading for the exits. A loud A's fan two rows ahead of me started heckling the Giants fans for leaving early. He turned around and looked at me and said, "Oh, well, you're still here."
Perceiving that everyone around us was in a good-natured mood, even us Giants supporters, I theatrically stood up, affected great offense, and loudly declaimed to all around us, "What do you think I am, a Dodger
fan?" That got a laugh from everyone.
The Giants went down tamely in the top of the 9th, and we made our way out to Trey and Barbara's car. The backup getting out of the game was not nearly as awful as those I remember from my days fighting my way out of Candlestick Park. I guided Barbara in to the place here in Fremont and thanked them for the ride and a fun evening at the ball game. I would have preferred if my team won, but it was still enjoyed myself: "Worth what I paid for it," as we say in BASFA reviewing-speak. Current Mood: tired