Whitney was very happy with the game last night, since her team won. My team was crushed, 8-0, but somehow when you’re actually at the game it’s a bit easier. If I had been watching this on TV I would have turned the channel by the 6th.

But since I was with an Astros fan, I guess I could sort of still enjoy the game, especially since we could both make fun of the Giants awful relief “pitching.”

We had garlic fries, dogs, and beers, and of course, hours later in bed I felt crappy and tired but unable to sleep well. I am not much of a drinker, really. Today we go to the A’s game and I have promised to bring my own food in and to not have any beer.

The sky started out blue today but is now a sheet of high thin white clouds. I don’t mind that. I have a feeling the game tonight is going to be exceptionally cold. My marathon of baseball games is still just geting started. I am going to give so much money to BART this weekend.