ANOTHER ANNUAL EXERCIZE IN FUTILITY --the dreaded, nauseating and doofus-infested, "Bay To Breakers" has hijacked the city and with it, 50,000 or so morons, most of whom have nothing better to do than piss on the city and create havoc and stress on a town not able to deal with its sickness under normal circumstances.
And let's not make this anything less than it is...B2B is 50,000 drunk sycophants; pathetic losers some of whom work in the tech biz; most of whom regard the race (it's not really a race, more on that later) as an excuse to wake up and drink Corona and later piss and puke on the neighbors along the raceway --how lucky they are.
Let's call the B2K what it is: it's a street festival with obnoxious boors and mutants built around a perimeter where a puny "race" takes place; it's NOT a foot race or a marathon --hell, to suggest in any way it resembles true, legitimate foot races like the NY, Boston, or Chicago marathons is a joke. Yet here in puke-infested SF, the city is shut down and traffic is aborted so that several thousands can piss on people's lawn, vomit on grass, smoke some weed and look like a pack of idiots. No wonder the cops are going nuts. You call it "Foot Stock?" I call it "Meth Festival."
Even more pathetic is the Bay Area Media capitulation --like there's no legitimate news to report. Yeah, send a live crew out to the scene on Fell where Jimmie and Joanie are regurgitating on the front of Mr. Smith's lawn. How sexy! Oh, and 20 minutes later, some guy from Kenya wins the race. How quaint and riveting. I think I'll pass on my bloody Mary and eggs Benedict to see a group of drunken, wasted assholes from Marin dressed up in costume as lounge singers about to take a #1 after 10,000 Corona bottles.