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Earlier today I went to a pre-season SF v. Oakland game at PacBell. Today was a ridiculously nice day. The seats were in the lower level and the sun was really shining down. A fallen comrade has season tickets so who am I to turn down a free game?

Having formerly lived half a block from PacBell, I’ve been to many, many games. But every time I go I’m always amazed by the huge, albeit bourgeois, selection of food. Today, for example, I had a bowl that included Jamaican jerk chicken, black beans and rice. It was pretty damn good.

What happened with the game you ask? Oh, the Giants got their asses kicked when the A’s scored 6 runs in the 7th inning. But no matter, I had some frozen lemonade to distract me during the 8th.

Last Monday I saw a coworker’s band perform at Amnesia. Towards the end of their set my coworker (who is the lead singer) tells the crowd:

I’d like to dedicate this next song to my coworkers who are all sitting up front tonight. This next one goes out to them especially Arquay!

The name of the song, I kid you not, “She’s No Angel”. Ok, so I’ll never win the “Coworker of the Year” award. I can dig that. But right after she made the dedication a guy in the back yells out:

Ain’t that the truth!

Brutal. I don’t even know that dude. I can’t help it if my fly Pumas cause people to hate on me.