Rounding third, heading for home...

The dentist's office called today. Thursday evening I go in for my denture fitting. I'll get to meet my teeth! After that, they just need to build the bridges and then I'm going to eat myself to 180lbs. (Yes, a workout program is part of this plan.) Thursday is going to be busy, since I also have my follow-up for my shoulder that day.

Alas, the timing means I'll still look like a demented rodent for Baycon.

In other health news, the meds I got knocked me right out last night. But I needed a good night's sleep, and it was much appreciated. Instead of driving, I'm working in the back of the warehouse, assembled the flash hangers (don't ask) a monotonous task requiring me to stack two parts on a bolt, line them up, then set the bolt with an air gun. Pretty easy, and letting your mind wander does make the time go by faster.

Tonight we're going to see my beloved Gigagantes take on the Houston Astros. Since Barry Zito isn't pitching, we have a chance. I almost hope I get called for jury duty tomorrow - I'd get to sleep in a bit.

The loveliness of Paris....

San Francisco Giants: 4
Houston Astros: 2

Cain delivers on mound, with bat in Giants win

It was Korean-American Night at the ballpark, so I made use of my half-remembered Korean curses when necessary.

The best moment of the evening came before the first pitch. Fred Lewis was up to bat and I was, from the center field bleachers, giving him some encouragement. "C'mon Freddie, start this thing off with a triple!" Second pitch of the game, and he does just that. G-men scored three times in the first, pitcher Matt Cain added a solo home run in the fifth.

Good night out. I managed to keep Kiri out of the Build-a-Bear, but we did pick up some Giants stuff for Darby and a new fleece throw for night games. At the KNBR booth, we dropped two bucks to spin their wheel of fortune. Kirsten scored a CD of the Giant's greatest moments, going back to the 1936 World Series. I won... the exact same thing, but they let me choose between a Giants lanyard and a mouse pad. I took the mouse pad.

And at this point I can barely move my left arm.

(The title of the post is the first line of I Left My Heart In San Francisco. After every home victory they play this song as sung by the great Tony Bennett as the fans file out.)