So here’s the final post—and I had no idea I’d be doing it—of the 2015/16 Holiday Season. Vacation ended today and Beatrice went back to work, via a 6am session at the gym with her new personal trainer.
I’ve done a couple of other posts on this 2-week whirlwind, here and here, but this was all about me. Bea’s brother is a long time San Francisco 49ers season ticket holder. Way back, we took in a couple of games at Candlestick Park when he wasn’t going to be there. This time, it was for the new deal, and Bea thought: early birthday.
Wow, did Robert really up his game when he shifted his membership positon to the new Levi’s Stadium.
…Before I continue, allow me to wax digressive on the Keynesian-esque nuclear bombing of well-established urban delight that grew up organically from the 20’s through the 50s, destroyed in the 60s and 70’s, into the 80s. It was the idea of “multi-purpose stadiums” for football and baseball.
They were uniformly aweful.
Baseball takes place in a ball park, along with all the traditional trappings and meanings only fans know, which assemble to make it a summer park of a flavorful delight that’s especially prescient for young boys and their fathers, who want them to know all about it. Football takes place on a gridiron, ought always be outdoor—because this is a fall and winter game, and the elements ought test both fans and players alike.
Who but a bunch of economic theorists, bean counters, and “urban planners” could manage to suck every ounce of essential delight out of two things at a time, and ignore all important distinctions? Fuckin’ commies always strike again.
Levi Stadium is quite a wonder. No, I don’t care all that much about the rent seeking that surely took place to get the deal done. At least they came to do good, and did very well, as the Hawaiians say incessantly of the Baldwin’s. Pick your battles.
The game wasn’t a nail-biter at all. The 49ers, at this stage, can be very frustrating. Clearly a team in rebuild mode, so naturally, as soon as they do something really great, they almost immediately and always take some kind of adverse step back. Holding calls really fucking irritate me, especially at critical moments. Yea, I get it. Sometimes you have to take the call, or it could be worse (think intentional foul in basketball). But holding is always explicitly intentional, by its nature, and I often question whatever calculation went into that.
Anyway, the 49ers were behind most of the game. Tied it up late at 16 all, and it went into overtime. There’s where it got particularly exciting. After winning the kickoff reception, they did some dumb stuff that resulted in the Rams getting into field goal position, and since both teams had possessed the ball on offense, we’re into Sudden Death rules (don’t you love that? Sudden Death. Warms my heart).
Miraculously, not only did SF block the field goal attempt, but in such a way that it lobbed until it was caught by a red shirt, and carried upfield a good bit.
A a few play later and Red & Gold had turned their almost sudden death into a ram kill. 19-16, 49ers.
I couldn’t have asked for a better deal. Thanks sweets.
…My brother Dave made reservations for us at Michael Mina’s Bourbon Steakhouse & Pub at Levi Stadium. He has a long-term business relationship and if you didn’t catch the tasting menu deal in San Fran a few weeks ago, do see here: Chef’s Choice 14-Course Tasting Dinner at Michael Mina, San Francisco.
So, what a day, eh?
Thanks especially to my love-head-wife-unit Bea who engineered the whole thing, to Robert and Mabell who gave up their game spots, to Anita and Bud who watched the dogs, and my Bro, who provided a finishing touch that took the whole damn thing over the top.
I literally had various awesome dreams all night about all of it, from when I hit it at 8:30pm, to when Bea hit the road at 6am.