In my other residence which has all the convenience of a hotel minus the maid and the turn down service I also encounter GIANTS madness. GIANTS madness consists of men, women, children, bums, hustlers, and perhaps other unsavory folks all sporting proudly the black and orange and appearing knowledgeable on every Linceum stat possible-how wrong was I in this assumption. Weaving through the throngs of people who consume too much Giants paraphernalia while at the Walgreens near the ball park I innocently ask the elderly lady next to me in what appears to be a full on Giants warm up fit what time is the game and she looks at me blankly with "ummmm,..1 o'clock I think". So this is where I throw my hands up in the air and yell bullshit at you nor cal people who scream what big fans you are of the "San Fran Giants" even when you live in Modesto or some other godforsaken place that is near cattle.
SF is a contradictory city-we all know this and why we love living here. So long I am Off to Philz to get a single drip coffee for $4 in the Mission.
