NYC to San Francisco
Two days ago, a reporter from the San Mateo Daily Journal left a comment on this blog, asking me how San Francisco compares to other host cities for the All-Star Game. I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t even left for San Francisco at that point, and I’d never been to an All-Star Game.
Anyway, the trip to San Francisco was brutal.
I woke up at 9am with four and a half hours of sleep, raced to Newark Airport, ate the worst chicken wrap of all time, and learned that my first flight was delayed. Not a major delay. Just long enough to make me miss my connection in Detroit, where I had plenty of time to eat another sickening meal and write about it in my journal. My second flight landed in San Francisco after 7pm, and Brad met me at the airport.
Things got better from there, in part because of the jolly volunteer “All-Star greeters”–and because of the huge All-Star banners hanging all around town.
I was here. Finally. I couldn’t believe it.
I checked into my hotel, dropped off my bags, and had dinner with Brad at Lefty O’Douls. Then I met my friend Hannah and hung out with her ’til around midnight. Then I cabbed to the studios of KGO 810 AM and did an hourlong interview until 2am with John Rothmann. Then I cabbed back to the hotel and eventually got to sleep at 3:15am–which felt like 6:15am.
I woke up early the next day (yesterday) and headed to the ballpark for the Futures Game and Celebrity Softball game. I was hoping to blog about it by now, but I couldn’t. Too much stuff happened. I got balls. I got autographs. I got threatened. I got sun-burned. It was a long/fun/crazy day, and I’ll blog about it as soon as I can. Right now, though, all I can think about is the Home Run Derby, which is taking place later today. There’s gonna be some STIFF competition in my section. You remember where I’m sitting, right? If not, check out my last entry.