It’s been 16 years since I last attended a baseball game; coincidentally, that too was the SF Giants. Since then, I’ve gleaned nothing more about the sport, and as a result the baseball game I attended yesterday was as much a mystery to me as that I attended in 1989. I did enjoy the garlic fries, salted pretzel, Italian sausage on sourdough roll and popcorn that I partook of (animal!). In fact, it seemed that the baseball game was more of a socialising event than a sporting event, with lots of chatting and drinking and food being consumed by all (I just had to join in).
But anyway, small world phenomenon struck again (if you are my regular reader, then you’ll remember the last occurence at the Flickr event). The guy in front of me asks if heard an Irish accent, and reveals that he is a frequent visitor to Doolin (about 10 miles from my home home) as well as Galway. Freaky.
Then today, while walking up to the University of San Francisco, I hear my name being called out behind me, and who is it but a former student of mine who is now working in the City here. Freaky again!