From about 4 to about 9 PM tonight, the city will be essentially shut down. The Royal Exchange will be filled with lots of white people, guys in suits sporting orange ties, and women named Courtney giggling endlessly screaming, "Giants!" and sipping glasses of red. The word, "dude!" will ring from the Financial district to the Marina. God Bless the SFPD. I don't want to even contemplate what might take place come about 8ish. Crowds, especially drunken, unfiltered, men with loads of enough testosterone to fill the Panda's stomach can be irksome especially when the residue smells of extreme Budweiser.
Newscasters, especially some out-of-towners: "Go Giants!" to fellow anchor. Has all the authenticity of a pastrami laced with mayo on wonder bread. By the way, does anyone eat white bread anymore? And if so, what does one put on white bread? Peanut butter and jelly comes to mind but who would readily admit they eat peanut butter and jelly? (I do). It's an acquired taste.
This all, tonight, could be repeated on Wednesday if the Gints were to lose and thus, a Game 7 looms. Secretly, every bartender and restaurant owner downtown won't admit this publically, but another ball game would do wonders for the cash registers. I know Larry Baer was giddy that they played three games at ATM Park because you can never have too much money and by the time the Brinks trucks left 3rd and King, they had just enough currency to cover Panda's salary for 2015 and Larry's slush fund.
Assignment desk meetings this morning: Giants nonstop --every live shot destination: The ballpark first and then Momo's come 5, 6, and 11. Nothing else matters. God forbid there is actual NEWS, remember that, but I know I'm being cynical. The Giants are the NEWS, GAME ONNNNNN! (Oh shit, not her again). There's nothing wrong with the Giants owning the evening and the Bay Area TV and Radio airwaves on KNBGiants--after all, it's good for the city and local economy. It's especially fine that people have a mechanism for taking a momentary break from their bosses assholeness, tech gadgets, bottom lines, spread sheets and the like; screaming, ranting, yelling GO PEAVY! is a welcome break from Ebola panic, Obama, Obamacare, Google, Facebook, Tweeting, it's good to have a break. Personally, I will be holed up in a distant remote location away from the Pandamonium having a daydream about myself and Monica Bellucci alone at Tommy's Joynt, that's how I roll.
