As mentioned in a recent DLD, the family and I drove to Jack London Square on Sunday to take the ferry to Telecomglomerate Park on Sunday to root on the East Bay Nine.
My first tip is that you should park in the above ground lot with the clock tower on Clay St., which is the closest lot to the dock, because you get a discount rate with validation. I learned that you buy your tickets AFTER you board the ferry, so we queued up with the green 'n gold 'n orange 'n black swirl of humanity around us to wait for the ferry. We got there about 11:00, and the ferry leaves at 11:30, so we had a chance to mock the Giants fans in line behind us, who were a bit disorganized, by telling them that the fans can't get it together off the field, just like the team can't get it together on the field. After we boarded I once again queued up to buy tickets and get a parking validation. The price is 11$ r/t for adults and $5.50 for kids. Not bad at all. We found seats on the top deck and took in the panoramic view of the estuary and bay. After a stop at Alameda for more passengers we headed for tangerine town. There is a gate right at the ferry landing so you can go right in. We saw the flag toter who was sporting the Athletics Nation hoodie on Friday night walk by and we gave him a yell and a thums up, then headed for our seats behind 3rd base. Brooms a'plenty were in evidence, sported by A's fans, natch, but nary a one piloted by Poppy.
After getting some food and drink we took our seats and began to enjoy the pitching duel. Is it DiNardo, or is it Memorex? Another great performance by our Lenny Come Lately. After a couple of innings the two seats behind became occupied by a couple of kindred spirits of FSU's, only these were Gnats fans. Alsa, they weren't on their best behavior, seeming to favor only a single adjective of the effing variety, so as I took the girls out for a slide through the Coke bottle, I asked the usher to check their tix the next time down. As luck would have it, when we returned, the profanity spewers had been banished to the cheap seats. Then Super Marco did his thang and the die was cast when Super Stew followed with some insurance. We headed back out to the dock for the return trip after Embree put the ixnay on Mr. OndsBay. I peaceful return voyage was enjoyed from inside seats, and after lining up once again to pay for parking, we were on our way homeward. An excellent day in all.
I did meet a fellow AN fan who was wearing the exact same AN ringer tee as I and was sitting nearby with his family. What's up, Jeremy! And a as we waited in line to board the ferry on the return trip a young lady high-fived me and said she loved an and read it all the time, but didn't post. What's up, Lurker Girl!
In summary, I urge you all to try the ferry the next time our boys go kick some mango and licorice ass!
WARNING! NO DUMPING! FLOWS DIRECTLY TO BARRY BONDS LOCKER!