I needed a walk this afternoon. I decided to head over to the ballpark, which is by my husband’s office, and bring him cookies, while also seeing if I could peek at Barry Bonds’ simulated game going on inside through the back fence.

As I walked past the park along the west side and past the Giants Fan Shop, I noticed a bunch of kids standing around near the press gate entrance. Usually it’s a pack of tourists about to get back into their bus. But then I noticed that they were mostly younger, and that they were braced around this idling Desoto taxi cab. Hmmm.

Just exactly as I walked past the passenger side of the cab, the door opens and, as I kind of already suspected, Kerry Wood of the Cubs gets out. I figured it would be a Cub since Giants players enter on the other side of the park. His arm was in a sling and he was with a couple other huge guys, all in plain jeans and t-shirts. The kids all started rushing at him but some other guy barked at them to stay back and let him get out of the damn car. “Kerry!” I heard as I walked away.

I had missed most of Bonds’ batting practice, apparently. A few other total baseball nerds were congregated around the fence. So I walked back around and made a surprise appearance at Brian’s office. Cutehead Brian. He was all insanely busy so I dropped off the cookies and went back to work. Then I went to another relaxing round of acupuncture, during which I dozed off as usual.

On the way home I was all stressed out and got my hate on for SF again as I was pushed by smelly rude passengers wearing those massive hard plastic backpacks, and as I watched the usual piles of trash and garbage blow around all over the place throughout the long slow crawl home. Oh such a beautiful city! Provided you live in fucking Sea Cliff or something.