— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
With just 40 days left until opening day at AT&T Park*, eager fans are getting a jump on things and lining up outside the stadium for tickets. Someone's even gone and painted orange highlights on the Lefty O'Doul Bridge.
Oh yes, it's almost baseball season in San Francisco.
*I totally didn't have to Google that. Trust.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
This hot new shirt from Amos Goldbaum was being traded for cash yesterday at Sunday Streets, and if you were not fortunate enough to score this pioneering piece of celebrity facial hair and sports logo apparel, you can go grab a shirt online.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
No word if last night's senseless police brutality was in response to this curvaceous bastardization of the Giants logo or merely the actualization of SFPD's proclivity for crushing hot, barely-legal skulls.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I have no idea how this is legal I have no idea how this operation hasn't been shut down yet, but this guy has been hawking LET TIM SMOKE and other Giants merch in a ZipCar parking spot at 24th and Valencia for five goddamn bucks over the last few weeks. Considering the very same shirts were being sold out of cardboard boxes along the Harrison bike lane some nine months ago for four-to-five times the price, it seems that even our local t-shirt profiteers have given up on this year's chances of winning a championship and are offloading whatever stolen goods they have left.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
The “Fear the Beard” phenomenon might be getting little played out, but this window deserves some props. Head over to 20th and Mission or blow it up big to see it in its full glory.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
The new logo is choice, never mind topical. But what really makes this scene is not the logo, nor the perfectly smug grin of the owner that screams both “We're better than you,” and “We can still afford to pay our players. Sorry, Uribe.” No, what makes this photo the gem that it is is that stupified gaze of the onlooker that somehow acknowledges that this shirt is among the better shit-talking tees out there.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Macaframa has suggested this technique for getting your bottle o' booze past Giants security. Good for soaking up any potential hangover, might I add.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
In response to our previous post on Sutro tattoos still being rad, Geoff G. decided to throw his SF-centric quarter-sleeve into the mix. Considering its expansive coverage of local landmarks (Sutro, Palace of Fine Arts, Transamerica Pyramid, Giant's Logo, Golden Gate Bridge, Coit Tower, and walls of fog), and the fact it just looks sick, I'm going to have to go ahead and declare Geoff winner of the SF tattoo game. I mean, pretty much the only thing that could be done to up the ante at this point is getting a giant portrait of Dirty Harry on your back, a cable car climbing up your ass crack, the Rice-A-Roni logo on your forehead, an IT'S-IT on each of your butt cheeks, or tattooing the San Andreas fault on your dick—all of which may or may not have negative effects on your sex life. In short, nice job Geoff.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
April is right around the corner, so you know what that means: it's motherfucking baseball-related graffiti season. As you can see, 24th and Bryant is itchy for Opening Day and has already busted out the fine arts degree, x-acto knife, and wheatpaste. Presumably, we can look forward to months of “FEAR THE BEARD” scrawled on walls, portraits of Lincecum pasted along Valencia, tribute murals painted on previously blank surfaces, and orange and black everything, leading up to everyone lighting the Mission on fire come November.