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:: Monday, May 22, 2006 ::

:: L.A. Baseball doesn't suck (that much) any more ::
Note: I wrote this post Sunday night/Monday morning after a long night of work and a bad case insomnia so it might blather on for a bit. Parts of it may not even make sense. Especially since I wrote it after two beers on an empty stomach. Also, given the dearth of posts on my blog, I wrote it mostly for me.


On the first day of school a grade school teacher tells her class that she is a San Francisco Giants fan. She asks her kids if anyone else likes the Giants. Wanting to impress the teacher, all the kids raise their hands except one little girl. The teacher looks her with surprise and says "Sandy, why didn't you raise your hand?"

"Because I'm not a Giants fan," she replied.

The teacher, still surprised, asked, "Well, if you're not a Giants fan then what are you?"

"I'm a Los Angeles Dodgers fan and proud of it," Sandy replied.

Appalled, the teacher asked her, "Sandy, why are you a Dodgers fan?"

"'Cuz my mom and dad are both Dodgers fans so I'm a Dodgers fan too!"

"Well," said the teacher in an annoyed tone, "that's not a good reason to be a Dodgers fan. You don't have to be just like your parents all the time. I mean, what if your mom was an idiot and your dad was a moron, then what would you be?"

"Then," Janie smiled, "I'd be a Giants fan."

- Sent to me by a friend. Written by...?


Someone (who isn't a baseball fan) recently asked me why I hate Frisco so much. It's not so much that I dislike SanFran (though there is that) as much as I hate the Giants. The Dodgers/Giants rivalry is the West Coast equivalent of the Red Sox/Yankees and while it may not be as highly publicized, (East Coast bias) it's just as impassioned.

But there is also a city rivalry. To briefly explain it, most Friscans hate L.A. and Angelinos, whereas many Los Angeles residents aren't even sure that San Francisco exists. If you were to ask us about geography, a lot of us might tell you that the world goes as far north as Santa Barbara, after which I-5 and the 101 freeway abruptly fall off a cliff.

Just so we're clear, there's a few of us (like, a few dozen) who know there's intelligent life north of Santa Barbara - there certainly isn't much intelligent life IN Santa Barbara - since we get a lot of our computer parts from San Jose. But part of what drives Friscans absolutely bonkers is their hatred for Southern California is completely unrequited. We know this. And we don't really care. We continue to barely acknowledge its existence. And Friscans continue to get all riled up and we just smile and ask "where?" After which we sit back and enjoy our great weather.


Everyone in Southern Cal knows that the number 714 represents all that's apocryphal, arrogant, and complete misrepresentations. And a crappy TV show is perpetuating this propaganda.

In other news, Barry Bonds hit number 714* over the weekend.


If there's anyone from Frisco who reads this blog, I offer full disclosure: I've been there many times and I do think San Fransisco is one of the most beautiful cities around. And there are good things about it: my 49ers (well, they were good at one point), the best Chinese food outside of China, good sourdough bread... umm... my 49ers?

My apathy towards the city can be explained by a saying circulated among guitarists: "I'd love Jazz music, if it wasn't for all the Jazz guitarists." Friscans can be a little high strung and overly vocal at times but that's not quite it. These tree-hugging, neo-hippies' chief complaint about L.A. seems to be that it's a town where you must own a car to get anywhere (that and it's lack of a single distinct culture). They proudly state how everyone in SanFran walks and/or takes public transportation because they're "environmentally conscious."

Really? Then why do so many people up there smoke? And why is there so much goddamn traffic every time I go?

But San Fransisco is a beautiful city.


Final note: To the Anaheim Angels and all their fans: There is ONLY ONE baseball team in L.A. You take your little Mickey Mouse ballclub and suck it!!!

:: Miscellaneous Ramblings by Dan-E at 8:38 AM [+] :: | 0 comments

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