Sometimes, I think parking lots get re-branded as places to go show off your fixie and man-culottes during baseball games just to piss me off.
By Andrew Pridgen
After the final out of the last Giants game at Candlestick (a 9-4 loss to the Dodgers), home plate was ceremoniously dug out and medevac’d to a pile of landfill in China Basin. That day, Candlestick and its faithful should have disappeared into a sinkhole as more than 60,000 somber fans paid tribute to the cracked-concrete-and-exposed-Rebar stanchions that was the best-worst place to watch baseball in the country.
Bolting to concessions during the beer cut-off inning, I ran into a buddy of mine I hadn’t seen in a fair bit. We attended summer school together in Berkeley about four years prior and worked in the same building in the City straight out of school. He’d was getting ready to leave for…
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