Friday, June 6, 2008

Sittin' On A Dock On The Bay. . .

I have a friend named Ricardo. Everyone calls him Ricker. We have been friends for about fifteen years. Ricker and I have had a lot of really great times together. Over the years we have gone to a number of sporting events. I wouldn't say it's a regular thing, but we've been to enough that I have lost count.

Sunday morning Ricker called me and left me a voice mail. It went something like this...

"Hey Ja-***** ****** ******- ome tickets to th-** ***** ** *** *****-me tomorrow. It's Irish nigh-*** *** ***** *-, call me!"

"WTF?" was my response.

Now I called him back right away (I mean like 8.5 seconds later) but got his voice mail.

"Hey Ricker, I don't have a clue what the fuck you just said. I assume you want to go to the Giants game. Call me back dude!"

FASTFORWARD to Monday at about 2:30 in the afternoon. Ricker called me back.

"Dude the ferry leaves at 4:45, I'll pick you up at 4:00."

"Pick me up? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"What do you mean? Aren't we going to the Giants game? It's Irish night."

"Umm, aren't you Mexican?" I ask.

"Hey, I got a new green Dodgers jearsy. I gotta represent!" (he's a die hard Dodgers fan and hates SF)

"Ricker, the Mets are in town."

"?????. . . and. . . ?" Came Rickers response.

"How many times have I said to call me ahead of time so I can plan....."

"Yeah yeah yeah, I did, and you didn't answer!"

At this point I realize it's pointless to debate with him. So semi-reluctantly, I agreed. "Sure man, pick me up at 4:00."


Now if any of you have had the pleasure of going to a Giants home game you'll know that it's a pretty great time. They have a beautiful ballpark that sits right on the bay.


You can hop on the ferry, walk about a mile and a half, and you are there. After the game the ferry picks you up right at the park for the return trip. I've made this journey countless times and swear it's the only way to go to a game now. Fuck driving. Fuck traffic. Fuck parking in the city. They take you there, serve beer on the trip, and take you home afterwards. It's fucking great!

Ricker arrives about ten minutes late (very predictable). In short order he makes some wise crack to Mrs. T that sends her into a tailspin. With half a dozen expletives and a pointed finger, she orders us out. She cracks a smile at me and says "have fun, see you later."

The ferry trip takes about 45 minutes. The walk to the park takes a bit longer due to the number of bars flanking the route. The first regular stop in Gordon Biersch. They have great beer and great food.

Mmmmmmm!

This, is the view. . . .


The second stop is MoMos which is right across the street from the park. A few more caack-tails there and it's game time.

We had yet to buy tickets and the doorman at MoMos didnt' have any for that nights game. As we waited to cross the street I reminded Ricker that I only sit field level. I like to consider myself a baseball snob. Fuck the cheap seats! A scalper overheard us and offered us two tickets behind the dugout for $6 over face value. "Yeah right, fuck that! I'll give you $25 each." he babbled on about making a profit as I walked away. Another scalper overheard our exchange and told Ricker he'd sell us two "Club Level" seats behind home plate for $25 each. Ricker agreed and made the exchange. "Hey Jake check it out $67 dollar tickets for $25 each!" I'm pissed now. "Fucktard what did I say? ONLY FIELD LEVEL!" Well now, stuck with the mystery zone tickets, we headed into the venue. Up and up we went. Higher and higher into the wild blue yonder.

Now let me explain something. Ricker has completely ruined my concept of baseball. You would not believe where we ended up. A-Fucking-Mazing!!! Air conditioned concourse with some of the greatest food I have ever had. No steamed weenies or Budweiser here. Check this out!!!!!



Corned beef sandwiches and Guinness Draught made Irish night well worth it. I'll never be able to sit with the common folk ever again!!!! Ricker my friend, you are a bastard!!!

Be patient with me while a take a little side trip at this point. . .

To the 20ish dick in line at the Irish Pub line. "You are an asshole."
  1. The backwards Celtics ball cap doesn't make you Irish.
  2. The bad lucky charms accent you were attempting doesn't make you Irish.
  3. Ordering a Black-n-Tan makes you look like a chick; (and no, not an Irish chick!)
  4. Get off your cell phone and order your shit before I have to punch you in the back of the head.
  5. FYI the girl you were trying to hook up with on the phone wouldn't meet you for a reason. . . , she's banging your older brother!
Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah, game ruined. I was enjoying the concourse so much that I only sat in my seat for about 20 minutes. I ate and drank like I had just been paroled from prison. I pretty much forgot that a game was even being played.

Now, In the seventh inning we remember that some guys from the firehouse have season tickets in the bleachers. Off we went, in search of our drunken comrades. It was futile. We never found em' and it was friggen cold in the outfield. So Ricker made a suggestion that we leave early and go back to MoMos for a few more drinks. "Trust me" he said. "The ferry doesn't leave until one hour after the game is over. We have pleanty of time!!!" Not so semi-reluctantly, I agreed.

After about forty minutes at MoMos I peel Ricker off the bar and head to the ferry. Can you predict where this is going? Yup, you guessed it. . . Ferry is gone and I'm looking down the barrel of a California Divorce. "HOLY FUCK RICKER, WHAT HAVE YOU GOTTEN ME INTO?"

"Don't worry dude, we'll catch a cab"

"Ricker, do you know how much a cab is going to cost?"

"Who cares Jake? It's on me!"

Yes, I let him pay! . . . . . One Hundred and Twenty Dollars!!!

But this story ends on a good note. We beat the ferry by five minutes and Mrs. T was peacefully asleep when I got home.

Enjoy your weekend everyone, I'm working.

Jake

9 Beer Farts:

Corrina said...

LOL!! I got stuck on your rant and am not sure what I read after that but everything before, and the rant itself, was fabulous!

P.S. GO DODGERS!

Dave2 said...

Sounds like a perfect day to me!

I once begged off on going to dinner and a movie with my girlfriend and her friends so I could go to a hockey game. Between all the drinking that led up to the game, all the drinking at the game, and all the drinking that came after the game... I didn't get around to watching much of the game itself.

Which was not a good thing when I showed up at my girlfriend's house at 11:30 falling-over drunk. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO A HOCKEY GAME?" she screamed. "Well, I was at a hockey game," I replied. "IF YOU WERE AT A HOCKEY GAME, WHO WON?" she screeched. "Err... I forget," I say. "REALLY? THEN WHO WAS PLAYING?!?" Not remembering, I fished the ticket out of my pocket and tried to read it. When I couldn't, I handed it to her and said "could you tell me what this says?"

By the time she wasn't mad about that night anymore, we had broken up. I have the best luck with women.

The Bizza said...

Sounds like the perfect night at the park. Except for the baseball part.

But the rest sounded like fun.

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

That was quite an elaborate write up. That park looks beautiful. It's going to have to be on my to-do list. Is he named The Ricker after Silver Spoons?

Jake Titus said...

Corrina: To bad, you missed the $120 cab ride.

Dave: I guess it's a guy thing, will they ever understand?

Bizza: Hugh baseball fan but even I have to admit, the only thing slower than a baseball game is a double header.

Dr. K: Yup, and the only reason I've hung out with him this long is because Erin Grey is a MILF.

The Middle Lifer said...

Boob, I have decided you have a much better life than mine, so I now will live vicariously through you...

Jake Titus said...

Mid: I can't imagine that is true but if you are so compelled, welcome aboard. Check your liver in at the door.

about jenji said...

Mrs. T can drop a half a dozen expletives in one sitting?

Mrs. T and I would get along very, very well...

jenji

brookem said...

sounds like a good time! good beer, good view, good food and good company!