sorry i always blog about the weather, but...

...i'm going to do it again. i am so sick of san francisco in the summer. it's not summer. it's FREEZING! i've woken up this entire week to cold: cold mist, cold rain, cold wind. i want sun. i need sun. i'm suffering from withdrawal symptoms.

regardless, things are good. i went to the A's game on tuesday night (versus the Orioles) with conor's family and we watched them lose in a very anti-climatic ending. it's the childhood scenario you always played in your back yard...

you're at bat...
bottom of the 9th
bases are loaded
you're down by 1
2 outs

except that they didn't pull through. they just - lost.

i was telling conor at the game how i always think of Jose Canseco when i think of the A's. in my immature-baseball-mind, he's the complete embodiment of that team. i know he played for other franchises, including my darling Red Sox and Devil Rays, but he played for the A's during my prime baseball card collecting years - 1985 to 1992. that mug of him in his green A's uniform is forever engraved in my mind.

and what a rockstar he was, during those years! flutter...

it's funny to think that now he's just a B-list celeb on VH1's the surreal life.

i guess childhood heros have to grow up too.