San Diego With a Baby Base Ball

Went to San Diego last week, just got back. Managed to write, and enjoyed a few good beers around town, like Green Flash West Coast IPA (at a nice Italian restaurant in Hillcrest), Ballast Point Big Eye IPA (at the ballpark) and Lost Abbey Devotion (at the ballpark) and Green Flash Le Freak Belgian IPA (at home, from Costco). Didn’t end up going to any of the breweries that I wanted to see though. Next time, I’m going to Alpine, I don’t care… well, depends on who’s got the baby and all that of course. That has a little to do with why I didn’t get to a brewery this time at least.

It was pretty hot last week huh. I dedicated by weekly saves and steals article to the heat, and someone liked my description of the New York subway in August:

Ever been on a train that smelled like a gang of rats crawled up everyone’s shirts and died in their armpits? I have.

R.A. Dickey is the man — and some of it has to do with how fast he throws his knuckleball. He’s got three speeds and he’s used one of them more often this year. R.A. Dickey is the man.

All those unwritten rules in baseball that we have to write down. I tried to make the rule for when you are allowed to boo. Mostly, the rule governs when you are allowed to boo a player on your own team.

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About enosarris

I write. About baseball, mostly, but also about the anthropology of sports, travel, cooking and sometimes music. But yeah, baseball mostly.
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