The third day of the trip saw Huzzard and I opt to stay on the San Francisco side of the bay during the day. From what I was told, and from what I could guess just from passing through, Oakland is about as desirable of a place to visit and hang out in as apparently, crossing any metaphorical train tracks in any instance. So, we did the Alcatraz tour, and went to the hipster part of San Franscico, before taking the train into Oakland, and visiting the home of the Oakland Athletics.
Despite the fact that Oakland seems every bit the lower-class, sketchy segment of the Bay Area, I have to say that I really liked the Oakland Coliseum, even if it’s called the “O.co Coliseum,” yes, named after the company that was once known as Overstock.com. Based on all of the things I heard, I was prepared to not like the Coliseum, and initial visuals of chain link fences, razor wire and late gate openings didn’t exactly help.
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My primary reason for going to the Bay Area in the first place was because it was home to two more Major League ballparks that needed to be visited on my long-standing quest to visit all the MLB cities. After a day of too much driving after too much flying, it was adventures in San Francisco via foot and rail.
As a whole, I don’t know how to really feel about San Francisco. I think at its core, it’s one of those places I chalk up as “nice place to visit, but wouldn’t really want to live there.” It’s funny, considering just how far north the Bay Area is, from like the borders into Latin America, but when the day is over, I’m convinced there’s significantly larger Hispanic numbers in San Francisco than I witnessed in Los Angeles and San Diego.
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All throughout my life, I have taken a lot of criticism about how I always look angry. Are you okay? Is everything alright? You look upset/mad/pissed about something. Most of the time, I really am fine, regardless of the agitated-looking neutral facial appearance I have. But don’t tell that to the segment of the world that believes that appearances do matter, and I can’t really say I blame them, because often times I think it too.
But it turns out, that those with “aggressive looks” are SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN to be more generous, selfless and better human beings to their friends and close ones:
…men with angry, violent faces are actually far more likely to makes sacrifices for their close friends.
Well hey, if it was published by the National Institute of Health, it has to be true, right?
So do you hear that? Just because I look pissed doesn’t mean I am upset and homicidal. I’m generous and selfless and put other people first like a kind and considerate motherfucker. I’m more likely to be the best friend you never knew you had, if I don’t scare the shit out of you first.
My trip out to the Bay Area region of Northern California started out with of all things, leaving it immediately, heading east into the more rural part of California, namely Modesto. What for? What else? Baseball. Minor League baseball.
Modesto, California, home of the Modesto Nuts. Yes, I drove two hours outside of San Francisco to see a team called the Nuts, because it is an alternative term for male genitalia. That, and minor league baseball is fucking awesome, and the trip was pretty well worth it, as it was a cool ballpark, and I saw a good game.
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OMG I ate some McBoots after I got back from North Carolina. So gratifying, so delicious, even if they are so bad for your health. I just did not give a damn. I’m still not entirely sure of what caused the sudden infatuation and demand for McBoots, but I’m willing to wager a good bit that it happened when I was inebriated, and then it trickled into my sober hours. Once a craving for the McBoots comes into play, nothing short of McBoots will satiate the need.
In other news, I’ve processed all my images, and within the next few days, I’ll begin making some more substantial photo/writing brog posts, chronicling my recent journeys and showing crappy photography of the places I’ve been, and things I’ve seen.
The next few weekends stand to look pretty nondescript and stagnant in comparison to the last two, but you know what? I can’t wait to sleep in in my own bed this weekend, and hope to get some substantial rest, as long as my dog will allow it.
I didn’t even know this stuff existed, but it’s apparently a collaboration between the Rogue beer company, and that doughnut company out in Portland that made the maple bacon donut I jizzed myself over after eating, Voodoo Doughnuts. Despite my love for bacon, I’m very reluctant to dare try such an interesting beer, because frankly, I haven’t really liked many Rogue beers.
Arrogant Bastard Ale, Santa’s Private Reserve, Dead Guy, none of those beers really resonate well with me. They tend to err on the side of way hopsy and bitter for my pallet.
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I realize my posting has been a little bouncing around over the last few days. As I have kind of completed most of the travel I have planned over the last three weeks, I’m going to be playing lots of catching up with lots of my personal writing/photos/posting.
Here is a glimpse of all the things I need to catch up on:
- I’ve been to four new ballparks
- I did touristy shit in San Francisco and went to see Alcatraz
- Photos from now four new ballparks to process
- Subsequently four new ballpark entries to add to my ballpark project
- Since I was at Animazement over this past weekend, there are some photos from that too
- I’ll probably make some quickie-posts in order to tide myself over
- And all the other self-appointed writing/photo obligations I put onto myself for others
So in other words, don’t expect much cohesion or rhyme or reason over the next days, and possibly weeks.