We attended the Giants game tonight in hopes of seeing Barry Bonds break the home run record, but it was not to be. Nevertheless, we had a great time - and by great time, I mean we ate too much stadium food, bought an overpriced Giants fleece blanket, and I mistook our mascot (a harbor seal) for a mouse.
As we were leaving the ballpark, there were overly done-up women offering cards advertising local strip clubs. I am not sure when that became part of the baseball-going experience...let's see...baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and porn. Oh, my mistake, it must have been there all along.
