Plotzers Prevail but Muni Stinks

So, The Great Plotnik was offered a ride to the ballpark, but decided to take the streetcar(s) like he always does, like he used to do to go to Shea Stadium in the Big Shmapple, like he, Ducknik and BZWZ did to get to Wrigley in Chicago. It's a baseball thing, you know?

What an idiotic move. Plottie had the four tickets in his pocket and the entire streetcar system broke down in the subway tunnel. After sitting for fifteen minutes on Church Street, Plot asked the driver: "Should I get out, walk down to Market Street and catch a cab?"

"Nahh, any second now we'll be moving."

That was a lie, perhaps well intentioned, but it ended up taking an hour and a half to go four miles on MUNI. By the time Plot found Mush, Blogmaid and NotThat Lucas, it was almost game time, but he managed to watch Manny's first at bat on the TV monitor above the Polish Sausage With Sauerkraut stand.

Blogmaid posed with the Giant Mascot, Ed Cheeseburger, before the game.



This is such a beautiful place to watch a baseball game -- the bay and McCovey Cove beyond the right field stands, the giant illuminated Coke bottle and baseball glove in left field -- but the game was basically a bore. Lots of walks. And we're on the water -- it gets windy and cold by the sixth inning. As soon as the wind blew in, seagulls soared above the stadium, their bodies caught in the lights. It was quite beautiful, even though nobody could get a great picture of them.



Plotnik is quite pleased to be included in this group of devoted fans of Saint Plotniko's Braindead Caribbean Baseball Club, even though they all are aware of his addiction to Plotzermania. Blogmaid drove him home anyway, and he was extremely grateful for that. It was cold.

NotThat and Plottie.



The Great Mushnnik and Blogmaid.



She may be a Braindead fan, but the girl does have beautiful hair.



Believe it or not, his wife dressed him.



This girl was sitting one row in front. She read her book the entire game and then left as the game was getting interesting. Anyone who knows the travel history of the Plotnik Family will be reminded of another person when they see this picture...who used to be a Plotzer fan, too.



For those who care, in the Ninth Inning the Plotzers went Manny, Ethier and Kemp, double, double and triple, for the two runs that won the game.

Also, for anyone who ever attended a game at night in Candlestick Park, last night was warm as a basket of garlic fries. For others, it was damned cold. Damned cold. That ride home was wonderful. Thanks, Blogmaid.