Was at the Giants – Cards game last week with Lin.  Stopped off at O’Neils before the game for a couple Guinesses and a burger ( decent burgers to be found there ). Had the ’58 Hamms beer cups with me. One of the ushers stopped dead in her tracks when she saw those, said it reminded her of the old days at Candlestick. Ah yes..the old days…

Baseball has changed so much in recent years. I have noticed that whenever there is a conference at the mound these days, the pitchers and catchers have resorted to the practice of covering their mouths with their gloves – as if worried that someone in the opposing dugout is going to read their lips and tip off the batter about the upcoming sequence of pitches.  This little affectation – for such is what it is – drives me crazy.  All the more so when you have someone like Barry Zito on the mound ( I scheduled our visit to the ballpark last week around his turn in the rotation) who is going to give up a hit whatever he throws. Anyway, I wish pitchers and catchers nowadays would act like normal battery mates and discuss how to pitch to hitter instead of acting like two hoods standing outside Jiffy Liquors doing a drug deal.