— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I was just talking with a fellow ex-Bostonian about how kinda miss the sports passion in Boston, even though we don’t particularly give a fuck about sports ourselves. Watching some dumb-fuck wearing a Yankees cap get savaged by 5 drunk Irish bros after the Red Sox lose is goddamn life changing experience. 1) fights are addictive to watch and people in SF are weak off the heroin and only talk shit rather than do innovative things with with metal objects, 2) Irish people, powered by Jameson and Catholicism, don’t fuck around and, 3) it’s a fitted baseball cap? But really, it would be fun if SF 1906ed whenever a team actually won a game.
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I’m not claiming we’re anywhere near Boston, but were you here in 2002? The City was definitely buzzing when the Giants made the Series. Not in the Mission, of course- everyone was looking for the skinny jeans they’d wear forthe next decade. But even Kilowatt is a decent place to watch a game. And I’d invite you to check out a Dodger or A’s game from the bleachers or upper reserved.
That said, I just walked to BART in a Warriors warmup jacket and people looked at me like I was an alien.
Also, you’ve been to the Connecticut Yankee, right?
I think the graffiti artist whose work we’re looking at wasn’t making a sports reference at all. They probably came from Slim’s, where Black Rebel Motorcycle Club played Tues & Thurs nights. The title of their new album: Beat the Devil’s Tattoo.
**** eeep, I meant Tuesday and Wednesday nights.