It was a Big Weekend in San Francisco.  Some might say, it was the Bermuda Triangle of weekends, as more than one million visitors paid a visit to our fine city to take in sporting events (San Francisco Giants and 49ers, the America’s Cup), the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival, and Fleet Week.

For the first time I can recall, I’m actually thrilled that tomorrow is Monday.  All these people will have gone home by then, right?

The most vexing parts of my weekend were two packed and plodding Muni bus rides to AT&T Park, followed by two miserable performances by the Giants.  For now I will focus on Saturday’s game, because quite honestly… I am too depressed to process tonight’s loss, let alone write about it.

I had planned to watch game one of the NLDS from my couch, but an amazing seat near the visitor’s dugout popped up on StubHub. It was out of my price range, but I decided to stalk it for a while.  As game time approached, the price dropped precipitously.  Forty-five minutes before Matt Cain’s first pitch, I made my move.

When I got to the park in the bottom of the 2nd inning (thanks again, Muni), the previous owner of the ticket was sitting next to me.  He immediately pointed out what a great deal I’d gotten.  He paid more than twice what he got from me.  Awkward!

The guy was pretty nice, all things considered.  I nearly bought him a beer, since I figured he was feeling a little light in the wallet, but by the 3rd inning it seemed like he’d already had plenty.

I wish I had a slew of photos of great Giants at-bats and base running, but alas I’m a photographer not an abstract artist.  Or a magician.

Blech.