Scorrrrrreeeeboard, Scorrrreeeboard
Aha - Dodgers kicked a little Giant tail this evening and I was there to watch. Sigh, SBC Park is never nicer than when the boys in blue are making a mockery of the opening day, commemorative “Beat LA” cups.
But gloatings isn’t really the point of this post (we’ll probably choke later in the season anyway).
While Jason was suffering the downed computer system on the Muni, my friends and I were trainless at the Civic Center trying to get to the game. We finally cab-ed it, which wasn’t that much money, and saved one hell of a Muni headache.
In fact, to backtrack, it took me over an hour to get from the Sunset back downtown: a 20+ minute wait for the train at 9th and Irving and a very slow ride in with sardined Giants fans all around.
I give some credit to the city employees responsible for executing the Muni platform control measures. Especially one Muni employee with a bullhorn who went up and down the platform saying, “673-MUNI, call now and ask where the trains are. That’s 673-MUNI, tell them MUNI SUCKS!”
Hard to argue with the guy. You’d think on game days especially they can get their act together.
(Let’s not mention, either, the alarming frequency with which the N-Judah line has been populated by single car trains during the morning commute. One behalf of the Inner and Outer Sunset, Cole Valley, the edge of Noe and Castro, we’re sorry! Whatever we did to deserve smaller trains, longer waits, and worse service than ever before - we’re sorry! We won’t do it again.)
To top off the long wait for a post-game train, when one finally came, not only did I have the misfortune of ending up on the Pee car (you know what I’m talking about), but next to me sat a very talk, beer-scented older man who shared stories from his youth.
His aunt Georgia, whom he called Gigi.
His summers on the Delta.
The fish he caught.
And when he left, he not only shook my hand, he kissed it. Muni foul! Muni foul!
Lately, Muni most foul, indeed.
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Christine, you may have blocked it out, but opening day was Tuesday, not Wednesday, and it was the boys in orange and black who won…
Gary,
You may have forgotten how to read.
A) I didn’t refer to the game as opening day. Only to the cups which did, in fact, read “Opening Day.”
B) My name is not Christine.