guess what i just did? no, i did not eat an entire elephant intestine. (i'm saving that for my 30th birthday.) i did, however, walk all the way from Pac Bell Park to my house. Yahoo! Maps says it's 3.4 miles and that i could do it in a car in about seven minutes. but i also took the long way, so call it 3.5 miles. which makes it sound wimpy. but i can tell you it was not wimpy. it was far and i walked it fast. go me.

now, the reason i was walking back from the ballpark was that i decided mid-afternoon that i should see if i could find a really great seat for the game tonight. since i had no better plans and i'd never been to a ballgame either by myself or at night, it seemed a reasonable plan. and it turned out quite well. i got an AMAZING seat. right behind the Giants dugout, about twenty rows back, kind of looking down the first base line. night games are fun, too. if i had to choose, i'd pick a day game. it just feels more like baseball and, well, i appreciate sunburns more than shivers, being that San Francisco evenings are anything but warm. but a night game feels special. indescribably so.

i sat near a group of mildly rowdy twenty-somethings who kept me entertained between innings. i was about ten seats away from catching a foul ball that bounced hard off the Budweiser sign above us. i ate an entire bag of salty peanuts and drank two beers. and, in the end, the Giants whooped the Padres 12-4 to stay one ahead of the Dodgers in the wild card race. it was quite a fun way to spend a night on my own. i plan on doing it again.