Feeling Guilty

AT&T Park: nobody's here this October

After a pleasant retirees' luncheon replete with wine and bonhomie, I reluctantly departed for an appointment in Santa Clara.

It was an unusually sweltering afternoon in San Francisco. Traffic crept along the Embarcadero, the air conditioning wasn't working, and of course I was wearing business garb. It took 20 minutes to get out of the City. It could have been much worse; the Giants could have been in the playoffs and (whisper) I was glad they weren't.