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Bay Area Road Trip: Rangers-Giants June 8, 2012

I had planned this lofty goal of seeing the Rangers play the Giants in San Francisco the minute I saw the Rangers schedule released before the season. However, this was only possible under the following conditions:

  • I would have to get an internship in California, and my work days could not conflict with the day the games were scheduled.
  • I would have to get a car out here.
  • I would have to find a place to stay in the Bay Area.

If I met all of those conditions, there was no stopping me from taking this trip. Thankfully, I got an internship, and the hours did not conflict with the game schedule. And, USC has a partnership with Enterprise allowing students under 21 to rent vehicles, so I rented a car for the week, allowing me to go to my internship, and to take this trip.

The Planning

Luckily, my roommate Pierre was staying in San Jose, not too far away from San Francisco (so I thought). I asked him if I could stay at his place for the night, and he said he would only if he could go to the game. After he got me a front row seat to see Steve Wozniak back at school, which is an incredible story by itself, I figured taking him to a baseball game is the least I could do. He was available the entire weekend, which made things really easy for me.

I then called Ann, who you may remember as my guest on in the Trade Deadline Special, to figure out which day would work best. We decided that Friday would be ideal, as it would allow me to drive up to the Bay Area on Friday, stay in the area Friday night, and drive back safely to Los Angeles on Saturday after getting a good night’s sleep, and then go to my internship on Sunday. We picked seats in the upper deck on the third base side, which went for $12 a seat on StubHub. I wanted to get a view of the Bay when I went there, as well as get a decent view of the game.

The Road Trip

I made sure to prepare myself for the trip, so I bought snacks and water bottles to keep myself awake for the drive, which was going to be six hours both ways, with planned stops in Kettleman City halfway between the Bay Area and Los Angeles. I also took the time to research radio stations in Bakersfield and Fresno, since I was going to lose reception about an hour into my drive and needed some form of entertainment to keep me awake. I left Los Angeles at 8:30 am Friday morning, and the trip was on.

I hope you weren’t expecting photos at this point, since I didn’t take any while I was driving, for obvious reasons.

Sure enough, about an hour into my drive up Interstate 5, I lost reception to both 98.7 FM and 106.7 FM, the two rock stations in LA I enjoy listening to. However, instead of tuning into the stations I looked up the night before, I turned on Pandora on my phone and listened to my Rise Against station, and created a new Deadmau5 station. Even though I didn’t have an aux plug in the rental car, my phone’s speakers were loud enough in my opinion. Three hours into my drive, I finally got to Kettleman City.

Why did I pick Kettleman City as my stop? In-N-Out Burger. If you want to know your other options, McDonald’s, Jack in the Box, and Taco Bell are your choices. But even then, isn’t the choice obvious? To me it is.

However, while I was in Kettleman City, the only road connecting to Interstate 5 had a traffic jam…at 11:30 in the morning. I was utterly confused and frustrated by this. How was it possible to have bumper-to-bumper traffic in the middle of nowhere? I sat in this line of cars for about ten minutes before people behind me realized that the line we were in didn’t matter if we were going to go north on Interstate 5, so I finally sped past all the cars waiting in that line and got back on the freeway to continue my journey.

For those of you who haven’t driven up and down the 5 yet, here’s a warning for you to heed. A little bit north of Kettleman City, you’ll drive by this place called Harris Ranch. It’s this gigantic cow farm east of the freeway that is also one of the largest sources of beef in the state. At first you’ll think, “damn, that’s a lot of cows.” Five seconds later you’ll then think, “What is that smell? Oh my God it’s that damn cow farm! Oh this smell is horrible!” This smell lingers for the next two miles if you don’t ventilate your car. So, pro tip: When you see signs for the CA 33, ventilate your car.

I made the mistake of not getting gas in Kettleman City, since I believed that I could get to San Jose on one tank of gas. Well, when I got the the 152, my tank was 1/4 full, so the odds of me making it to San Jose were pretty slim in my view. I had to take a detour to Hollister, California to get gas. Just for fun, I calculated how the fuel efficiency of the car I was driving, and it was an impressive 31 Miles/Gallon. Also, there are no beaches anywhere in Hollister. That damn clothing line is lying to you all.

Pregame Preparations

I finally got to San Jose at 2:30 or so, but Pierre wasn’t home so I had to crash at Ann’s for a couple hours until he got home so we could take the trains to San Francisco. In the meantime, we decided to make signs for the game. Ann made a sign discussing why the DH stunk, so I decided to make a sign rebutting all the points she made. Here’s what I drew:

This is a great sign.

Some of you may be wondering why there is a pear in the top left corner of the poster. It’s not because I have an irrational love for pears. No. It’s actually an LSBism. The blog managers asked members not to write “rape” in the comments, so some clever posters rearranged the letters and wrote “pear” with the same connotation. This allows for great words like “umpeared,” if an umpire really screws up a call. So that’s why that’s there. “#cookietalk” is on there too to poke fun at the broadcast, since every third inning is devoted to Tom Grieve taking time to thank all the fans who sent cookies to him in the broadcast booth, while the game is going on. Some people don’t mind it, while others can’t stand it.

So finally Pierre got back to his apartment, and I told him Ann and I made awesome signs for the game, and that he needed to step up and make a sign that was as good as our signs. We got to his apartment around 4:40 PM or so, showed him the signs we made, and gave him the last sheet of posterboard we had, and because we were nice, we brought markers for him.

The light rail VTA train took quite a while to get to the station closest to Pierre’s apartment, and if it was two minutes later, we probably would have missed the CalTrain that went from Mountain View, where we stopped on the light rail, to San Francisco. The CalTrain was kind of cool, since it was a double-decker train and something I had never seen before. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t get a seat anywhere close to Pierre or Ann, so I sat in the back row of the train next to this passenger who didn’t utter a single word the entire time. Meanwhile, Pierre made his sign on the train by using the seat in front of him as the hard surface for him to write.

AT&T Park

Much better to be here for a baseball game than a cool, rainy 2009 Emerald Bowl.

We got to San Francisco about ten minutes before first pitch, but there was a logjam at the main entrance to the stadium, which I expected. I got heckled a little bit while I was there as well, which was also expected. But the Rangers fans who were waiting in line with me also gave me a shoutout, which is one aspect of going to a road game that I particularly enjoy, since every fan who made the trip is as die-hard of a fan as you are, and are always happy to see other fans at the stadium.

We missed the first pitch of the game as we were walking to our seats, but we saw it on the monitors. However, when we did get to our seats, we were shocked to see that the score was already 1-0 in favor of the Rangers. The one pitch we did not see on a monitor was hit into the left field seats by Ian Kinsler. I missed a home run. Oh well. Meanwhile, this was our view:

SPOTTED: JERSEY FOUL.

McCovey Cove in the distance. Did you know somebody recently tried to watch a game from the cove while levitating via a jetpack?

And now the reason we bought these seats: the view of the Bay. Gorgeous. By the way that Coke bottle is a slide.

One of the biggest worries I had going to San Francisco was the possibility of it raining the only day I could go. As you can see from the pictures, the weather could not have been more perfect. Clear skies allowed us to get a fantastic view of the Bay, something I didn’t get a chance to see the last time I was there for the 2009 Emerald Bowl since there were bleacher seats in right field blocking the view. The temperature was in the 50s so it was a tad chilly, and I had to wear jeans at a baseball game for the first time ever. A momentous occasion, indeed.

We decided to only show our signs during commercial breaks to see if we would get on the jumbotron in center. Everyone around us noticed the signs and either laughed at what they said, or heckled us because of what they said. I’ll let you all figure out who got heckled. For some reason, Pierre’s sign was the talk of the section, and not mine. Maybe it was because Pierre’s sign had a Texas joke on it, while mine said NL rules sucked (which they do).

One thing I particularly enjoy about going to road games is being the only one standing up when Josh Hamilton hits a home run to center field. Now, I’m a nice road fan in that I stand up and cheer for the Rangers really loudly when that happens, but I don’t taunt the Giants fans around me because strength in numbers is not in my favor.

It was a sellout crowd.

The Bay while the sun is setting.

After Josh Hamilton made it 3-0, and Matt Harrison got the shutdown inning in the bottom of the frame, I went to get food. Unfortunately, since it was three days before my 21st birthday, I could not buy beer. That’s okay, though. Three days wasn’t too much longer to wait. Anyway, as soon as I walked into the concourse, I was greeted with this:

The San Francisco skyline at sunset…dude…sweet.

The “must-eat” item of the ballpark that I had constantly heard about were AT&T Park’s garlic fries. The monitors at the Derby Grill near our seats even said they were a fan favorite.

Food!

You can’t see it very well, but chicken tenders with garlic fries go for $11.75 at AT&T Park. It’s okay, though. It’s about how much your average ballpark food would cost. Oh and yes, the garlic fries are good.

Towards the end of the game, all three of us tried a couple more times to get on the jumbotron by holding up our signs really high above our heads during the break. Some fans behind us did not appreciate my sign…at all. These guys shouted a lot of obscenities at Ian Kinsler, since they wanted to make sure I knew who they were heckling. In the interest of keeping this blog family-friendly, none of those will be posted. If you’re not somebody that doesn’t handle heckling well, I do not advise doing what I did: keep holding up the sign while they continue to heckle. But if you can handle opposing fans heckling you, ignore all the obscenities yelled at you, and laugh hysterically. It’s a great feeling.

Near the 7th inning, a guy in a luchador mask came to our section and led “Go Giants” chants while waving a huge Giants flag. Look at this guy:

This guy is awesome.

He’s wearing a freaking luchador mask! How awesome is that? Really awesome. Seriously, how many stadiums have people running around in luchador masks and giant (no pun intended) flags rallying the crowd? I can’t think of many.

Joaquin Arias, you guys.

It was the bottom of the eighth inning, and none of us had success getting on the jumbotron, so Pierre decided to run to the bottom of the section in a last ditch effort to get on the jumbotron.

Don’t worry. You’ll see what his sign said, eventually.

He didn’t make it onto the jumbotron. Instead, something else quite hilarious did. AT&T Park decided to play “Sexy and I Know It,” which always causes something funny to be shown on the jumbotron in any stadium. Even if you hate the song, which I don’t, you will laugh at somebody on the jumbotron who is dancing to it. In this case, it was an elderly gentleman dancing to it, and he was really into it. He was joined by a much younger woman, and the two of them danced together, bringing loud cheers from the rest of the crowd, and it was well-deserved, since it was hysterical.

These two brought some of the loudest cheers at the game.

I didn’t get any pictures of them dancing together because I was too busy laughing and applauding them. If you can’t tell who he is, the elderly gentleman is wearing a #45 jersey of some sort, and the young woman is to his right.

After the seventh inning stretch, something else really interesting happens at AT&T Park: Flight of the Seagulls.

These seagulls know what time it is.

The seagulls fly towards the stadium and sit atop of the stadium and watch the rest of the game. If there aren’t any fans sitting in one particular section, they fly towards that section.

Matt Harrison eventually got the last out to finish the complete game shutout, and the Rangers got their first ever win at AT&T Park 5-0. You know who also knew the game was over? The seagulls.

Cue “Flight of the Valkyries.”

The seagulls have completely taken over the field.

We stuck around to take pictures of us standing in front of the field with McCovey Cove, and now, you will all see our signs.

This sign was not approved by many around us.

There were some Rangers fans behind us, so I showed them my sign, which they all appreciated. They told me they were wondering the whole time what it said since they couldn’t read all of it while the game was going on.

Pierre’s sign, on the other hand, was a fan favorite.

Even Rangers fans thought Pierre’s sign was hilarious. Horned Frogs fans, anyone?

Everything Ann is referring to here is actually hysterical. I’ll give her that.

Unfortunately for Barry Zito, Ann’s second sign couldn’t inspire him to beat the Rangers.

Meanwhile, seagulls are going for the gold in the left field seats.

“Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!”

As we walked out of the stadium, there was this fantastic view of the Bay Bridge.

This park offers many scenic views of San Francisco landmarks, this being one of them.

As we walked out of the stadium, the palm trees outside the main entrance changed colors.

These trees are orange, you guys.

And, one last look at AT&T Park’s main entrance. Unfortunately, I did not have my awesome camera so I couldn’t take a night landscape shot like I did with Petco Park, but I think my iPhone camera did a decent job anyway.

Lights!

If you think this is where the story ends, sit back and relax because there’s quite a lot more left, actually.

Getting Back to San Jose…Eventually

Remember how we took the train to San Francisco from Mountain View? That resulted in quite an adventure, actually. Getting to the CalTrain wasn’t too much of an issue. We actually all got seats next to each other so we could talk to each other while we were on the train. As a bonus, the seats were on the upper deck!

The train ride from San Francisco to Mountain View is quite a long one, around an hour and a half or so. We got to the Mountain View station around midnight, but something immediately wasn’t right when we got off the train: Nobody was at the station waiting for a train. Pierre looked at the schedule to see when the last VTA train left since we all thought we may have missed it, and sure enough, the last train left Mountain View at 10:50 PM. We had no chance making that train, essentially. Even worse, we were stuck in Mountain View with no ride. The next CalTrain would arrive some time after 1 AM, and frankly, we did not want to wait an hour late at night in a city none of us were familiar with for a train.

Pierre decided to be the leader and try to walk from Mountain View to Pierre’s apartment in San Jose, which by the way is 9 miles. But to humor him, we went along with it. However, Pierre led us to this neighborhood that didn’t lead to the street he was trying to get to, and after walking aimlessly in the neighborhood for 20 minutes, we walked back to the station. To tell you the truth I was laughing the whole time.

Back at the station, we discussed the two other options we had of getting home: call a taxi, or call Ann’s parents, who live forty minutes away and had been awake since 5 am to take her younger brother to get surgery on his arm. We called a taxi. Conveniently enough, it was at the station as Ann was on the phone with the taxi dispatch, so props to that taxi driver for being in the right place at the right time.

Twenty minutes later, we finally got back to Pierre’s apartment, and then I had to drive Ann back to her house on the opposite side of town. It’s 12:45 am at this point, and I had been awake for almost 17 hours. One thing about driving in San Jose at night that is noteworthy are the streetlights. San Jose’s streetlights aren’t what we consider bright. Instead, they are very yellow. Aesthetically speaking, not that great of a look.

After dropping Ann off, we finally get back to Pierre’s apartment around 1:45 am. I’ve had a really long day, basically, but it was all completely worth it.

Pierre offered a vacant bed to sleep in, but I didn’t want to wake up the roommate that was already sleeping in that room, so I insisted on sleeping on the couch. I’m a firm believer in sticking to the one essential rule of crashing at somebody’s place: sleep on the couch. Otherwise, it’s not crashing, in my opinion.

Driving Back to Los Angeles

I had a blast while I was there, and even got to eat breakfast with a high school friend who was in the area before I drove back to Los Angeles. The drive back to Los Angeles wasn’t that eventful, except for driving past the gigantic stink bomb that is Harris Ranch again. I did listen to the radio call of the second game between the Giants and the Rangers while I was driving back, and since I don’t get to hear Jon Miller call the Rangers that often, I listened to the Giants broadcast most of the time. Unfortunately, bad Rangers showed up to that game, and they lost 5-2.

I got back home at 6:00 pm, and decided I did not want to drive for a while. After all, I drove over 340 miles and took two train rides to go see my favorite team play in one of the most gorgeous ballparks in the league. Would I have stayed to watch all three games? In an ideal world, I probably would have. But for now, I am content with seeing one interleague game between the Giants and the Rangers. Thankfully the outcome was much nicer than it was a couple years ago.

I hope you all have enjoyed my really long blog post about my road trip to the Bay Area. It’s something I won’t ever forget.

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Second Visit to Petco Park: June 20, 2012

If you thought going to Petco Park once was enough, you clearly don’t know me. Well, you more than likely don’t because…ah well moving on.

The only reason I didn’t go three times was because I had to work on Tuesday, and therefore watched the game on my phone because for some reason MLB.TV has been blacking out my Rangers games on my computer, even though it isn’t blacking out anything else. Why this occurs, I don’t know. But I’m able to watch on a 4-inch screen, or however big an iPhone’s screen is (too lazy to look up at this moment, or get out a ruler and actually measure it), so I’m happy. But I digress. I actually bought tickets to this game while I was still at work, so go me.

One thing I thought would prevent me from going to Petco Park the second time around was that I had a cold, and that I was having a hard time speaking because my throat was sore. But I remembered that Dirk Nowitzki played Game 4 of the 2011 NBA Finals while he had the flu, so I figured that I could not use any muscles at all and sit at a baseball game for two or three hours with a common cold. So I sucked it up, and drank a dose of NyQuil when I got home from work, took DayQuil when I woke up, and left my apartment.

I left around 11:45 or so, which happened to be perfect since there was no traffic at all in LA. I got there in about two hours, so I had plenty of time to kill.

Since I didn’t get to check out the game day scene in San Diego the previous time I was there, I went to this pub called Bub’s not too far from the ballpark. They carded me when I got there, and it remind me how awesome it is to finally be 21. I didn’t get a beer there, but I did meet up with a different LSBer there, and while he didn’t get any food, I got the pub’s signature burger, which was actually pretty decent. I added avocado and bacon to it, because avocado and bacon are two amazing foods. Not debatable.

So after I finished eating we went to the ballpark about 30 minutes before the game, so we walked around the park a little bit. Without further ado, my second tour of Petco Park.

From MTS Garage, the same parking garage I parked at my previous visit.

I only visited the left field side of the ballpark the first time I was there since I got to the ballpark right before first pitch. This day, however, I had over thirty minutes to walk around the parts of the park I didn’t go to before first pitch. I walked around the area mainly near the bleacher seats since that’s where I bought tickets, and I’ll get to those seats a bit later. The center field area is definitely the most family-friendly part of the park. Not because it’s away from rowdy fans, but because of the atmosphere.

A park, in a ballpark. Picnic, anyone?

Behind the bleacher seats is the section known as the “Park in the Park.” It’s gorgeous. It feels like you’re in the city and the ballpark at the same time. Plus on a San Diego summer afternoon, the weather cannot be more pleasant. How much do these “seats” cost? $5. If you have a family and time to kill, here’s a great activity. Your kids can run around while you can watch the game on the big screen.

Every father in America wants this in his house.

Also, if your kids want to play baseball in the middle of the game, they can.

Here, the kids’ baseball diamond doesn’t have to be indoors due to weather.

Those seats are win-win for everybody. The bleacher seats? Not so much.

Another kid-friendly part of the park.

The bleachers go for about $11 on the Padres website, which sounds like a great deal. But there’s a big catch with them:

Hello, fence. Nice to see you. Can you get out of the way? Oh, you’re an immovable object? Hmm…this is a problem.

The fence is in your view. If you’re trying to catch the game, do not sit here. However, in fairness to the Padres, they let you know that the seats are obstructed. I read that when I bought the ticket, but I figured if I sat high enough, it wouldn’t be a problem. No such luck. For individual fans, look for other seats.

Luckily for me, and the other LSBers that I met with at the game, Petco Park ushers did not check for tickets, so I moved seats.

“Hey dude, did you see how high my bat flew into the stands today?”
“Your bat didn’t go anywhere.”
“Oh, right. That was last week. It happens so frequently, you know?”
“You could use more pine tar on the bat.”
“Well if I do that, you’ll kick me out like George Brett was in 1983.”
“…Alright you got me.”
“Haha, thought you could fool me! Later man.”

I moved to Section 226 in left field, which offered a decent view of the game. And I don’t know if it was because I was sick or what, but I didn’t get the same ballpark vibe I got when I sat in Section 122 the first game. It was probably a combination of the two, though. Also, it was a day game, and apparently Padres fans and day games do not mix well. That’s not my observation, either. This is what I was told at Bub’s. And it was mostly true.

Those seats are in the sun for the entire game, which is more than likely why not many people are sitting there. While the temperature is nice, the sun’s rays will burn you.

While we were here, Yu Darvish gave up a single by opposing pitcher Anthony Bass that went down the first base line past a diving Michael Young, scoring two runsm putting the Padres up 2-0 in the bottom of the 2nd inning. The game seemed to be off to a very bad start. It seemed like it was going to be worse when Anthony Bass stole second base on Yu Darvish, which, if I’m not mistaken, just shouldn’t happen…ever. Some Padres fans near us said, “Man, I like Yu! He sucks!” None of us said anything to them, because, well, scoreboard. Good thing about Yu Darvish is that he can recover. This day he did.

The top of the 3rd gave Rangers fans hope that maybe the offense would turn it around this game.

Anything you can do, Yu can do better.

Yu Darvish, on a 1-2 count, hit a broken-bat bloop single into right field for his first career hit in his first career at-bat. It sounded like he got a lot of the ball from where we were sitting, but we didn’t know he broke his bat until I checked twitter and found out there. So, with Yu on first and the top of the order coming up, we thought the Rangers could get some runs in. That was until on the very next pitch, Ian Kinsler hit a sharp line drive that was caught by a diving second baseman Alexi Amarista, who then doubled up Yu Darvish trying to run back to first. In fairness to Yu, Amarista’s catch was a beauty. I’m not going to fault him too much for getting doubled up on the basepaths. It did, however, feel like it was going to be one of those games where everything goes right for the Padres, and nothing goes right for the Rangers.

What also didn’t help was that the Rangers were overly aggressive at the plate for the first half of the game, as these Padres fans pointed out with Qs.

The reason Anthony Bass threw 39 pitches after 4 innings.

The Qs caught my eye, so I snapped a picture of what they stood for. Turns out, after zooming in on playback, the Qs stand for “Quick Pitch Outs,” meaning outs recorded by the Padres in three pitches or less. As you can see in the picture, there are a lot of them. In fact, those are three innings of outs, each recorded in three pitches or less. As as result of these quick pitch outs, Anthony Bass only had to throw 39 pitches through 4 innings. He could have gone the distance at this rate, and he may have had to only throw 95 pitches the whole game.

A fan behind us really loved Mark Kotsay, so I figured I’d get a picture of him playing catch with somebody from the bullpen.

However, the fifth inning is where the Rangers fortunes started to turn around. The Rangers forced Anthony Bass to throw 21 pitches in the top of the 5th, and in the process, Anthony Gonzalez drove in David Murphy on an RBI single up the middle to cut the deficit to 2-1.

David Murphy: Safe at Home. Safe and Secure. New York Life.

Anthony Bass apparently messed up his shoulder when delivering a pitch to Yu Darvish, so after 5 innings, Bass was out of the game. We also moved again from left field to right field to see the game from there.

These guys were throwing for quite a bit of the game.

Our new vantage coincidentally brought good fortune to the Rangers, as they tied the game on a fielder’s choice that could have been a double play ball if the third baseman threw the ball to second a little quicker, but Nelson Cruz beat the throw to first, and since the bases were loaded, the lead runner tied the game. Then Yorvit Torrealba got a go-ahead bases-loaded walk to put the Rangers ahead for the first time in the game 3-2.  In the meantime, I took a lot of photos from our new seats.

Another reason the bleacher seats aren’t great for individual fans.

Regarding the picture above, I have nothing against little kids at baseball games. In fact, I believe kids should be at a baseball game when they are young so you as a parent can pass down the fandom another generation. Baseball games are a fantastic thing to take kids to. That being said, if you are somebody who wants to take in a game, and you are by yourself, the kids playing in the sand and having a very good time might distract you. The onus is on you, not the parents or the kids, to find a different seat. And I did.

When I was in my new seats, a lot of birds flew into our section, so I got some nature pictures. Out of all the bird pictures I took, this one was my favorite:

Anybody know what species of bird this is?

Those birds weren’t the only birds that got our attention, though, as seagulls decided they wanted the spotlight.

Mine!

The seagulls played a bigger factor later on into the game. In another break of action, I took pictures of the surrounding area of the ballpark.

I think I want to move here.

By the way, not to gloat or anything, but my camera took some amazing photos.

Anyway, the game was winding down. Michael Young put the Rangers up 4-2 on a sacrifice fly, scoring Ian Kinsler, who stole two bases during Michael Young’s at-bat. That’s some clutch baserunning by Ian.

The bottom of the ninth was upon us, and with a two-run lead, it was Joe Nathan time.

This guy is having an amazing season so far.

But, you remember those seagulls I told you about, right? Well, apparently they didn’t get the memo that the game was still going on.

Way to photobomb my picture, seagull…

Is there such thing as Seagull Interference?

Could you imagine if a fly ball was hit to center field with all those seagulls in the outfield? How would Craig Gentry field that? Seriously, look at what he has to deal with out there.

However, Joe Nathan knew what the situation was, and struck out the last batter, giving the Rangers the sweep in their first ever series at Petco Park.

The classic celebratory handshake between Ian and Elvis never gets old.

And once again, it was time to picture up.

The whole group. Matteo25 is wearing the powder blue shirt, Schoolly_D is wearing the white Rangers jersey, and I’m on the far right of the photo.

After the game, we decided to stick around for a little while and walked around the Gaslamp Quarter district in San Diego. Eventually, we went to a bar called La Puerta. It was happy hour, and once again, it was, and still is, awesome to finally be 21. A pint of Dos Equis was $2.50 at this place during happy hour. I also got carne asada quesadillas during happy hour for under $5. After only paying $8 for the food and beer, I finally experienced how awesome happy hour was.

While we were at La Puerta, TTWBG, who I went to the game with on Monday, met up with us at the bar. Once we finished eating, we all decided to take a picture in front of the iconic Gaslamp Quarter sign.

From L-R: Matteo25, Schoolly_D, myself, and TTWBG.

When all was said and done, I left San Diego around 10:59 PM and got back to my apartment at 1:00 AM. It was a long, but very fun day, even though I was coughing up mucus half the time, and occasionally couldn’t speak because my throat was so sore. Regardless, nothing was going to keep me from going to Petco Park a second time. I may even go for non-Rangers games. It’s a great place to watch a game, and one of my favorite ballparks.

Until next time…