Trust me, I would love to. But early deadlines prohibit that. Plus the paper tends to frown on me drinking on the job regardless of how much it helps my prose.
One of the invites came from Ace’s, which is a Yankees bar on Nob Hill in San Francisco. Looks like a pretty good place. They have 30 guys coming over on a bus tonight.
If you’re putting on a tailgate extravaganza in the parking lot today or tomorrow and would like me to spread the word, please to drop me an e-mail and I will be happy to do so.
While nice restaurants are fine, sitting in a lawn chair on a patch of asphalt and drinking beer with your buddies while the burgers are cooking is far better. Stunning I became a sportswriter, isn’t it?