Never slumbered or slept or waited for lightning to strike
There’s no excuse for you to say that we don’t think alike
You said you were going to Frisco stay a couple of months
I always liked San Francisco I was there for a party once
Can I say, having had time to ponder last night’s game, how great Timlin was. How do you spell relief? Add that to Millar making good, the Sox actually not leaving too many on base, and the Yankees seeing the might of Mota and Gagne, and it’s the Phillies on Labor Day all over again. :) During the game the announcers said that the Sox and the Giants were #2 and #1 in leaving men on base - how much of the Giants’ total is due to people not being able to drive Bonds home?
My San Francisco memories: San Francisco was my port of entry into the US when I went to college. At that time I was scrawny and weighed 100 lbs, and the INS guy thought I was going to America for high school. When he found out I was going to college he tried to convince me to join a frat! Funny stuff. Later memories: Staying on 8th and Market, and eating at a nearby Carl’s Jr while shifty-looking people kept trying to get money from me. Walking down Haight and realising that on the Haight-Ashbury corner stands a Gap. Reading “Scars of Sweet Paradise”, the Janis Joplin biography, at night. Too much wine at B44, throwing up in Chinatown’s streets afterwards. Hare Krishna adherents as I stepped into SFO. Discovering Amoeba Music by serendipity - love at first sight.
My new SF memories: Bombs away, Sox homers galore, Millar’s 3-run jack over Bonds’ head. SBC = Seeya! Bye! Ciao! Now for Pedro to K Bonds and Marquis Grissom. And launch one into the cove.