Stuck on the Wrong Coast? Can't Get to Fenway?

What with everything, and Everything, it's been over two weeks since Pica and I had our Excellent Adventure at SBC Park and points north.  That's me, wearing the Coke bottle on my head, which turned out (bottle, not head) to be a play structure for kidz, so I was less offended by it in person than I expected to be.  You probably can't make out the west tower of the Bay Bridge behind the bottle, but it's there.  Oy, the sunshine!  The boats in the lagoon!  The view from our seats in the nosebleed section:  the Oakland hills beyond, Hayward down there somewhere, the players practically in our laps, not a bad seat anywhere, plenty of room, beautiful design inside and out, great food.  The rumors I had heard of vendors prowling the aisles, calling "Chardonnay!" and "Sushi!" turned out not to be precisely correct, but you can get those things there.  I settled for a $6 hotdog plus lemonade.

It was just Heaven, that's all.