It is spring – and there is a ball game.
There is the mascot Stomper
the Berkeley School Band playing the National Anthem
And various assorted pitches on the field –
It is spring – and there is a ball game.
There is the mascot Stomper
the Berkeley School Band playing the National Anthem
And various assorted pitches on the field –
won tonight’s game which went a significant way toward repairing my attitude.
Said attitude had been going from ok this morning through suckworthy to marginally tolerable. None of it was anyone’s fault which made it that more difficult for me. Things happened, schedules had to be changed and somehow my brain decided that it was all designed just to make my life miserable.
And no, I am not on steroids – not till Thursday. I took myself off to sulk in peace for a few hours and avoided inflicting my mood on anyone else. While I was at it, I stopped at Apple, replaced the broken screen on my phone (first time ever in 21 years of dealing with handi’s) and my watch band while I was at it.
Still made the game on time. RF 149 wasn’t as crowded tonight, but we had 5-6 flags, an extra snare drum, + 2 cow bells and my tambourine so it was all good. It was the four runs in the 6th inning that made all the difference. None of the relief pitchers gave away the game this time and the fielders limited themselves to one error.
Tomorrow’s game starts at 1235. Don’t think it will be all that well attended. Most of the world still seems to be stuck going to offices or school……
There are those days where I can astonish even myself. Not on being bright, no claims there. Rather, the rare time according to everyone around me when common sense prevails.
I have mentioned the season ticket to the Right Field Diehards section? AKA the right field bleachers section 149 at the Oakland Coliseum? Yesterday’s game was rained out, actually called early enough to spare most fans the trip to the park. The visiting Astro’s by rumor went to the Warrior’s game. Anyway, Noah & I didn’t stop while on our way home fron OAK. The lucky kids avoided having to haul my suitcase along with his while I made a frolic and detour.
Tonight it was chilly and had been raining off and on for most of the day. I was planning on going to the game, I really was. Early afternoon I was tempted by a nap. I awoke with plenty of time and a new tambourine (thank you Amazon). Then I really thought about it. Barely two days without a fever. Sitting outside, in the cold.
Yes, I can be nuts, but elected not to be stupid. I watched the A’s lose on George’s iPad, comfy with my pillows and duvet.
I’ll go tomorrow night
It seems much more reasonable to update you on my fiber projects than to discuss the As horrible performance in Texas last night. It takes some kind of talent to lose a game 10:5. Obviously the pitchers weren’t doing well as the home runs added up. The only positive I can draw is that the Giants also lost (Schadenfreude).
It also avoids me having to talk about not sleeping much last night so that staggering out of bed around 0330 this morning was less that thrilling. There is a reason that the early morning flights are cheap. Even Southwest had 40 empty seats on the plane. It also avoids the entertainment of getting through TSA. I went through the PreCheck lane which didn’t help at all when they looked at my cooler bag containing five pre-filled syringes which need to stay cold.
Is it gel?
No, ice. Spent the night in my freezer. You are welcome to look inside or feel around, but I can’t afford to have the meds warm up. Five minutes of fishing around and I think the guy finally figured out that I was harmless. Meanwhile, Noah asked about security measures and was ignored in a different lane. Then they got all upset when he hadn’t taken off his shoes or taken out his laptop. Please note the complete absence of signage….
I hates needles.
Anyway – on the needles –
More importantly – tomorrow I get back to Fractured Time – since I now have all the colors and didn’t want to take the Flower Spray off the floor stand
After listening to the game through the bottom of the 9th, we went downstairs to grab a sandwich. A’s won; the Giants didn’t.
I heard in no uncertain terms last night from Zandra that there are those who get worried when they don’t hear from me for a couple of days. There are those who stop by every few days and read, but, as I should have recalled – 19 years of sending out email means that people get used to me supplying news without having to go look for it.
So mea culpa. I have been posting on the blog. It has mostly been about the As this week since there were games Mon-Thurs with the series split 2:2. None of which made getting up this morning and catching the early BART and shuttle to the VA any easier. The plan was blood work, but I really appreciate my nurse. When she asked me how I was doing, I had to answer honestly – crappy since Monday. The previous two cycles I was on the way up after getting off the flicking prednisone which meant I could blame it for everything. This time not so much. It wasn’t the fatigue (ok, the fatigue didn’t help) it was more the issues with getting short of breath climbing a flight of stairs. Feeling dizzy really didn’t help either. Spent a lovely discussion with the most excellent nurse practitioner who confirmed that exam wise I was ok and not chemically out of whack.
My white count was another matter. I had skipped the neutrophil stimulator this time in hopes of avoiding headaches. Wound up finding that headaches are much better than having essentially no white cells. I am the queen of hand sanitizer. I hate wearing a mask in public but don’t see avoiding it as an option. And, I get to take five self-injectors along in a really cool lunch bag to try to boost my immune system over the next few days.
Did I mention that I am headed for LA in the morning? And not going to get together with anyone (wahhhhh) to avoid picking up colds, flus and community acquired anything? Noah is going with me. Planning on a quiet day after early arrival.
Any how, George made it safely back before the weather closed in again. Then he was delayed getting out of the airport which meant that I wound up taking it all out on him. Morning at the VA. Hour of bumpy bus ride, catching the BART to find out when I got to North Berkeley more than 100 minutes after I had left the VA and he had landed that he was just getting on BART. Something about charging his phone and a conference call. All his fault – he is supposed to read my mind. Right?
StomperUnlike the last two games, there was both good pitching and some I passive hitting as the As pulled off a victory.
As an afternoon game, there were no where near as many people. There was still an active group in RF149. It seems like the LA fans object to us, calling in to the online radio crew about hearing drums, chants and noise makers in the background. Since they are the only fan group that seems to complain, we are ignoring them. What wasn’t getting ignored today was the rain.
Or the food trucks. Someone had the brilliant idea of inviting the Foodtruck Mafia to set up on game days. We now have 4-9 food trucks with a great variety of goodies. The Mex Truck yesterday was even willing to make me a cheese quesadilla even tho it wasn’t on the menu.
then we had the visitors
which also included an on air reporter who wanted the history behind the Right Field fan group. It was interesting listening to a tradition that dated back to several members parents, their childhoods and a general glee in enjoying the game.
Otherwise, I am starting, almost, to fell like a human being again but it hadn’t been a good time. Going to have to talk to my doc about moving up scans and dropping one of my chemo meds. Killing off the lymphoma is what is planned. I can’t afford cardiac loss; we live on a flipping hill.
there are days when even with good batting, the As can’t get a win. And then there are those evenings where neither the pitching staff or the fielders have anything to write home about.
Tonight was one of those. I was wiped and hung out till partway through the 7th. The game was taking forever and I was getting cold. Walked to the BART, waited 9 minutes for the Richmond Train, rode the train and got to my car just as the As had their third out in the bottom of the 9th. I don’t think I missed much of anything which is really sad. Certainly nothing worth taking photos of.
Tomorrow is an afternoon game and I am seriously hoping to have some energy back.
Well, It is the Oakland As. They can come from behind and lead 6:4 at the top of the ninth secondary to some good hits and an Angel foul-up that scored three (of three) runners) without the ball leaving the park. Hello? Barely leaving the infield. But then the new relief batter in the ninths (Dull – his name and also his performance) walked a batter, allowed a hit, then gave up a home rum. End result? a 7:6 loss.
And the player of the night? Actually Kole Calhoun for the Angels who maintained a good sense of humor and sportsmanship even with the level of noise, advice and good natured harassment coming from my right field bleacher section.
Otherwise, I spent mots of the day going to, being at and coming back from the dentist. Fabulous person with good sense of humor.Maybe I have just been lucky, but really impressed with the level of professionals working at the SFVA. It makes up for having to take the #38 bus down Geary from the VA to Embarcadero. I guess if I view it as $1.00 for an hours entertainment (and back rattle) it isn’t so bad….
I arrived home a whole lot later than planned. But my bells added to the noise this evening…..
Of the baseball season saw me hauling George to the Oakland Coliseum. Unlike mid-season games, the stands were packed, The good thing about not playing those guys from across the bay is that we didn’t have unhappy campers in the middle of the cheering section.
But first – I have to mention that George tried all last year to get pictures of the hummingbirds in our yard. I don’t have an iPhone 7, but these were all taken just sitting there with my iPhone 6.
Before the game, there was the
The Oakland kid made good and one of the best all time baseball players in history. He was present, modest and really cool (hey, you have to wear sunglasses..
I mentioned that there are two huge sections of regular noise making fans; namely the right and left field bleachers. Tonights group was augmented by two drums, four cowbells, a tambourine, a pair of whistles, a “horn” and a great new addition –
of creating melodies and rhythms on the fly. We hope he comes back. Beats the banjo player in left field hands down….
Oh, the game? The Athletics actually won!
Or at least the Oakland A’s. Today was the third and last of the three day Battle of the Bay between the A’s (my team) and the San Francisco Giants (those stuck up folks from DotCom money). Shall we just say that money is a factor? So the A’s didn’t have the best showing in the world for the last two games and none of us really expected they would do all that well today.
Hope maybe, but expect? Nah. Final score was 6:3 with more players rotating through the field that I have ever seen in a game.
So instead of whining about a couple of my favorite players no longer being with the team, I will instead discuss headgear. I decided I needed a choice
made out of the same fabric. Sewing these was part of yesterday’s entertainment when I figured out that wearing a ball cap just wasn’t going to cut it. Wearing the cap? Yes, Taking it off for the National Anthem? Necessary but not going to happen. Hats come off, scarves and turbans don’t.
Of course, I was not the only one sporting decorative head/head gear.
Or the fun guy right in front of me who wound up being called…
Haircut for the obvious reason. He has this week off work so won’t have to get non-baseball fans opinions for a few days.
Now, as you have probably figured, I ride BART regularly. But as it turns out, I am really only familiar with a couple of routes. I go into SF or to SFO or to the Coliseum/OAK and from any of them to home. What I don’t do is travel from downtown SF to OAK. So there I am, after an interminable bus ride on the #38 from the SFVA back to the BART. Getting on at Powell, I grab the first train going in the right direction figuring I can change at either Embarcadero or West Oakland. It isn’t till I am sitting there staring at the route map on the inside wall that I finally twig to what would have been obvious to anyone else. I got on the Dublin/Pleasanton line. I can change trains, but there really wouldn’t be much point to it, the branching off from the Freemont line happens AFTER the Coliseum. Duh!
So I listened to an audiobook and continued to knit till my stop.
The reason for doing this detour? Picking up an extra ticket for both the As vs Giants Game 1 April and opening night 3 April. Did I mention that paying the extra BART fare and walking around the entire freaking stadium was cheaper than buying the tickets on line? No service charge when purchasing in person and I get my season ticket holder discount…..
just a stray end or two but –
on what I am now calling the safari hat.
All of this is to take my mind off now having antibiotics to take on a daily basis (something about not too many white cells left) which might be balanced out by at least a bit of progress on tumor reduction. Back again for chemo next Wed.
In which I will say that a year that started out fine became a lot more challenging. And, to misquote Connie Willis – “To say nothing of the dog[politic]”
January saw a vain attempt on my part to pretend that Berkeley was now home. Other than move all the clutter from storage into the garage, much of my month was spent in that wonderful state of denial. The one where I was still living the good life in Europe and traveling. To confirm that day dream, I managed to get my India Visa on the first go-round.
The early part of the month had to do with fractals, Ducky getting friends and continuing to try recipes in the tangine. The second half of the month was all about India. The massive numbers of people, the incredibly poor quality of the air balanced by the history, amazing buildings and the lovely people in my tour group. I did wind up getting a real feel for how the cast system worked (if you aren’t male and upper cast you have issues) and an appreciation of being from a country where what you accomplish is more important than the identity of your parents. I took a lot of photos…
I started in Kathmandu at a Regional Travel Medicine meeting with side bars into Altitude Medicine. The meeting was great, I was able to see some of the city and meet my tour guide for my upcoming tour. But first I had a detour back to New Dehli to join with the rest of the group and visit Bhutan prior to my return to Nepal. I appreciated both countries a lot more than India, the scenery was incredible in both locations (but the air in Bhutan was clean). Again, there were great people in my tour group which over all was a bit younger than some of the other tours I have taken.
Ethiad to Australia where I was able to spend time in Adelaide with friends before traveling on to New Zealand to meet up with George. We spent time on both North and South Island. I discovered that the NZ answer to vegetarian was “something in a pastry shell.” Afterwards, while George headed back home I went on to the Gold Coast and visited friends before heading to Sydney. Taking the Explorer of the Seas back to the US pretty much used up the rest of the month
and a fair amount of time into May. By the time I got home I was tired. Not too tired to attend some Oakland A’s games, mind you. Just enjoying a respite from travel. For a few days anyway.
was a month in which I appreciated home and baseball games more than an alumni sponsored trip called “In the Wake of the Vikings.” It turns out that I have an allergy to French run cruise ships (they don’t label the food and the idea of vegetarian meals seemed beyond them most of the time. I love Scotland and was able to have lunch with a delightful colleague from my UK days, but didn’t appreciate the tour aspects. I think if I can talk to people on my own and can read the signs, I probably would be happier staying away from the tours…
Westercon in Portland over the 4th of July weekend. Hadn’t been in Portland except for a few hours in over five years. I rediscovered my love of white water rafting and my dislike for long car rides. I was able to spend time in Colorado with a good friend (who is about to permanently return to Germany) and also see friends who I have known since my first (1981-84) tour in Germany. Once home- I attended a lot of baseball games.
Being a puzzle addict, and mind you only the expensive wooden ones, it was a delight to visit Liberty Puzzles in Boulder. World Con was in Kansas City this year with the Iron Throne once more in attendance. Paul & Storm were in concert as were PDX Broadsides. I managed a quick return to a ship (The Grandeur) with Carmen when we sailed out of Baltimore to Bermuda and back. Oh, yes and more than a couple of baseball games.
Baseball, house guests and an escape to Venice and the Rhapsody of the Seas. Oh, and we celebrated our 38th anniversary, moved Daughter #2 and SIL to Berkeley from Chicago and otherwise had a memorable month. I needed a vacation… from parenthood? retirement? the US?
spent on trips around the Eastern Med, the Middle Med and finally the Western Med.
Attended the IMED meeting in Vienna where the key topic was now Zika (as apposed to Ebola) and the discussions were around sourcing for surveillance and better integration of the marine, plant, wildlife, livestock and human health people. It was also about then when I admitted to myself that something was not right with my health and it was time to go home. Skipped the Navigator, flew back to SFO. Rest of the month was spent doing tests, appointments and not liking any of the answers.
which is where we are now. Like Fenton – my long ago and mostly forgotten NHL decided to come back and make my life a bit more challenging. Both family and friends have been extra-ordinarily supportive and understanding of me, my attitude and the occasional meltdown (sounds better than saying temper tantrum now doesn’t it). I have been lucky enough to have all four adult children in town for the past week. I’ve three (Noah, Dani & Alex) who I see on essentially a daily basis and Shana almost as much. The Maus has been terrific about checking in. George has been a rock.
I can’t say that I particularly enjoyed my overnights in the hospital (in fact, I can’t remember the previous time I stayed overnight in a hospital, might have been about 1981) but have managed to get through the first three rounds of immunotherapy without major difficulty. One more round and follow up testing to decided where we go next.
Meanwhile, I am sewing, cross-stitching, reading a lot of books and promising myself to catch up on all the things on my “when I get around to it list.”
This past year was interesting, exciting and followed by challenging. This coming year I can do with a bit less challenging and more family and friends. Travel is still in my plans, tho I may have to limit myself to less than 28 day jaunts.
This past year – ~ 23 countries, 53k air miles, 7 cruises, 3 ground based tours and endless enjoyment of family and friends. Next year – it will be even better.
According to Ballpark (the MLB’s app) tonight was my 33rd game of the season. There are only two remaining home games, but since I am on a plane tomorrow attending Saturday’s and Sunday’s games is obviously out of the question.
First – the game.
Graveman did well through five innings, then appeared tired. Does the coach swap out pitchers? Nah, let the pitcher get exhausted and give up a home run with two on. Then pull the pitcher leaving the As at that point with ~ 5 hits and no runs and the Rangers with three hits and three runs….. the final score was 4:0. We (Section 149 – RF Bleachers) were not amused. Alex and I headed for upstairs Section 204 so we wouldn’t have to deal with as long a distance to the BART afterwards. Most headed to the playing field
The fireworks were excellent. Unlike StarWars night earlier in the year – there weren’t any CosPlays parading the field. The fun came from the Fan Cam catching all the small one’s dressed up with their masks and capes totally thrilled to see themselves on the big screen.
It was late by the time we arrived home.
this morning could have easily finished off the job.
To review – Monday I had an appointment at the VA. I ran out of time to wait for my scripts as I needed to get Dani somewhere else by 1545. I said I would be back in the morning to pick everything up. Yesterday I came over and spent several hours finding out that 1) my scripts had been mailed.
(Hello? I am leaving on Saturday. I am out of meds. Do you seriously expect the mail is going to arrive in time? I do a lot of stupid things in my life, but skipping life required meds isn’t in the plan. I enjoy being alive to be a PITA to everyone in my life.)
So I get here as early as reasonably possible having decided that exercise class would be good to decrease my general level of hostility. I even paid for parking at North Berkeley scoring the third to the last parking place in the overflow lot.
The game starts at 1235…
I stop at the pharmacy. They hand my script. It isn’t my med. (Foreshadowing – if I had known the insanity the next couple of hours were going to involve, I would have kept my mouth shut and left). This is “D2” – I’m on “D3.” Oh – I will check with the doc. I thought I had a previous script in the system. The notes just say Vit D replacement. Different half-lives for the two. After 90 minutes, I prove what I am on by Dani taking photos of my script bottle at home and emailing. Yep – D3, but from LRMC. Why don’t I just ask them to refill the script?
You are kidding, aren’t you? Landstuhl Hospital is in Germany, they are 9 hours ahead of us. I can’t exactly stop by and the mail would take a long time. Repeat – flying on Saturday.
She contacts the doc. The staff goes for a meeting. They come back. I make a couple more trips to the window – they don’t usually page and the electric pharmacy “scripts ready” sign is still out of order.
I finally get handed a bottle about five minutes before I am going to lose it completely. The bottle contains barely enough capsules to see me through the trip. At this point, I really don’t care any more.
The A’s lose again. Instead of three of us in the Flag&Drum RF149, there are eight so the sunshine feels good and there is plenty of time to socialize. Jane was returning from Singapore today to SFO. The third of our early 1980’s female officer triumvirate who also lives here in the Bay Area picked her up at MacArthur Station for the afternoon. We met up at Gaumenkitzel early evening for supper and a reminisce of life as it was then. Balancing jobs, families and superiors who did not appreciate female subordinates and used their discriminatory powers with glee.
Somethings have changed for the better in the last 35 years. Not completely fixed mind you – but definitely better. It was fun being able to reminisce with those who had been there, done that, survived. Not living in the past, but pulling the memories out of storage, brushing them off and looking back with eyes significantly older. One would hope wiser as well. Not needed on a daily basis, but it was an interesting and defining time in our lives.
Our story with our not so brave but totally irritated heroine left off yesterday from the VA Pharmacy with the promise to return for med pick up. This is effectively my only day this week to run errands. I arrive at the pharmacy and ask for my meds.
We mailed them yesterday afternoon.
Our policy is to mail them.
But I specifically told the guy at the window that I was leaving on Sat.
Well, they are mailed.
I need my meds. Do you have them in stock?
Yes, we would have to clear it with the doc – but we don’t usually hand out VitD – that is mail order….
Hour later they finally manage to hand me a bottle. It has four capsules in it. I am gone for 9 weeks. It is not the right med to top it off.
Back to the window. Hello? I am leaving country for a couple of months, this isn’t going to do it.
But you should be getting the rest in the mail.
Repeat – US Mail service is not time guaranteed. I am the one with the potential for serious issues.
Well, you shouldn’t have run out.
What!?!?!?! I talked to my doc a month ago. I had a bridge script which STILL hasn’t arrived from mail order to get me to the appointment since she wanted to see me before renewal. The first appointment available Mon. If you hadn’t mailed my meds yesterday, we wouldn’t be having this discussion.
That is our policy.
I stop by the patient advocate. It is NOT the clinic policy to automatically mail, especially in the face of a specific request not to mail. It is just easier for the pharmacy. Rather than fill the script – they just send a message to the Central Pharmacy (Indiana?) which fills and mails. Transfer of workload. Easy, Peasy.
I go back to the pharmacy. They can’t process more than one request on a med per day. If I want more than four tabs, I am going to have to come back tomorrow.
What do people do who have a life? A job that requires them to physically be somewhere? To punch a time clock?
I do a lot of yelling at the As game. It helps. They lose 2:1 anyway; allowing the tying run in the 8th and the game in extra innings.
The VA saga to be continued….
rather than the challenges of getting a script out of the VA. Or managing to balance all the comings and goings of the household today.
Bar Class at 0715. Drop off friends at BART (~1000). Head to appointment (1415) at VA leaving in time to allow George to catch BART from 19th Street en route to SFO (~1330) . As much as I would have loved to leave for Europe with him to visit Heidelberg & Ingolstadt before traveling to Venice, I just had too many commitments this week. Much less game tickets….. Then Dani had an appointment (1545) which ending about the time that I needed to leave for tonight’s As Game.
The As were ahead for 7 innings and didn’t managed to lose till the last inning. The good and the bad – I had a good time anyway and there weren’t that many fans at the stadium.
with photos provided by the relevant daughter –
It has been an interesting few days in Chicago. The kids have packed up that which they will need in California and the shipment went out yesterday. The dogs will be run for a few hours today before they head to the airport.
Dani found an apartment sitter, so the place will not remain empty while we decide what we want to do with the place.
I’m ready to be home. Of course, it will be a bit complicated. Isn’t my travel always so? Getting to Midway wasn’t hard and would have been much easier had I double checked everything prior to leaving the condo. Never the less, I managed to take the CTA to Midway with minimal amount of pain and got checked in.
What will be a challenge? Well …. I arrive a couple of hours before the A’s game. I was planning on just picking up my luggage from Southwest after the game given that the Coliseum and the airport are the same BART stop. However, if the security people at the game check point decide to be strict, I wouldn’t be able to take my backpack with electronics into the stadium. Laptops are on the prohibited list. For that matter, so are telephoto lenses, video cameras and artificial noise makers.
I don’t know what that says about horns, gongs, cow bells and snare drums which are routinely part of Section 149 right along with the banners and flags.
Anyway – I am more likely to grab the luggage, meet George at the local BART station. I can swap luggage and backpack for my hat and game jersey….
Shall I just leave it with the Huston Astros were hot and the Oakland pitchers couldn’t find the strike zone with one hand or both hands. I don’t even think a laser sight would have helped. The batters manage to strand runners on base whenever they weren’t busy striking out, flying out or popping up to right field. Final Score 7:0, no extra innings needed….
Shana came with me. I think she is the favorite of the parking fairy. Late morning is not usually a time you can find a slot. She just drives into the closet section after trying one of the more distant lots. Voila! Parking Space. Our seats turned out to be equally charmed – second row on the first base side, Section 107. The upside of this location for two young kids near us was that this was a location where one could be handed balls from the field side of the fence. Especially since the visitors use the 1st base side and dads were wearing Huston Astros garb.
For those of you who follow baseball, we watched in amazement as one of the Houston Astro’s relief pitchers managed to walk three in a row. The first was “ok” but loaded the bases. The next two – not so much. I’m not really sure how players felt about scoring by being walked in. Certainly the two in turn sauntered along from third base to home with a wave or two to the crowd just to make the point. The upshot was that the score was 6:3 at the end of the inning.
The final score was 7:4. Even the A’s didn’t manage to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.
It was late when I arrived home. The game started at 1900 and ran over three hours. Then it was home on the BART. It is July which is reputed to be one of the warmest months of the year. I am wearing a hiking shirt topped with a light weight fleece pullover. I have angora socks (from Iceland) and a pair of toasty warm fleece pants. Once the sun went below the scoreboard it seemed that the temperature plummeted as the wind started to rise. I added my fleece tunic and planned on pulling up the hood when things got chillier. Sitting in the Plaza Reserve (great view, cheap seats) has taught me that it can be “cool.”
Remember when I remarked about not knowing that most ballplayers had gone to long pants sometime in the last 20 years? Someone forgot to give the Astro’s the memo. 7/9 were wearing shorter pants with dark socks. For teh average player it probably doesn’t matter leaving it a personal choice of style. If you are Jose Altuve reputed at 5’5″ to be the shortest pro-baseball player (not in the above picture) this particular fashion choice makes you look even shorter. But compared to the three girls down a few seats huddled under SF Giants fleece blankets – at least he knows which team he plays for….
My house guests leave in the morning and I figured out that an 0830 exercise class is just as good as 0715 and leaves me a few more minutes of sleep…..
and so did I.
It was about 1100 when I left home for the Oakland Coliseum. The temperature was barely 14* and it was overcast here in the “beautiful Berkeley” hills. According to Yahoo Weather the predicted high was only 21. It was partly cloudy at the ballpark BART stop and by the time I found my seat to have a bit of a snack the sun was beaming down. I obviously didn’t need my fleece tunic and the dark jeans I had worn to absorb the heat might not have been the best choice. With my new shirt (courtesy of a fan promotion)
I at least had a short sleeve shirt to wear. This is the particular company’s fourth year at it. Last year it was sweatshirts, the two years before that it was pants/leggings… Some people had all the pieces on.
But back to my previous comment. Do you think I brought sunblock? After managing to get through last week without a burn due to the liberal application of same…. If I hadn’t picked up a hat – the fan store had nice ones on sale it would have been completely doubtful that I still had brains in my head. The family behind me had sunblock and shared so that is probably why I don’t have blisters.
There I sat, 3 hours in the bright sun enjoying the game from the third base side. As much as one could when your team pulls their first pitcher on the first batter (leaving the relief to deal with a full count).
The As tried a rally and tied the game, but then the Toronto Blue Jays gained two more runs in the top of the 9th. I will admit to leaving about then – 5 minutes to the next BART or 21 with everyone. I didn’t see a hope of the As coming back and I was feeling a bit crunchy.
|Blue JaysRuns5||Blue JaysHits10||Blue JaysErrors0|
Wound up with friends visiting and crashing for the night. Julia came out to join our dinner (sandwiches) conversation. When Noah arrived home from work he did the same. Pleasant end to the day. I don’t think I will be so deceived about the weather tomorrow – but it is an evening game.