… to the ballgame. It has been quiet here today because Kevin and I have been in San Francisco. It was a lovely day, and we had superb seats – right next to the left field foul pole. Amongst other things it was a perfect place to watch the bullpen warm up. We were pretty much right behind them as they threw. It was almost a pity, therefore, that Barry Zito pitched eight efficient innings. Indeed, the whole Giants performance was very satisfying. They played in a close game against an opponent with a much better record and they showed that they know how to win.

Kevin has written up his report elsewhere, so Ill just confine myself to noticing something odd. I could not find anywhere in the park where you could buy a glove. Given that we were sat in a place where I’ve seen plenty of balls hit before now, we rather needed one, and it occurred to me that I could get one for Kevin as a surprise birthday present, but they were nowhere to be found. We even tried the main stadium shop after the game, but no gloves there either. Given how much fuss the commentators make about bringing your glove to the game, I have half a mind to write to Kruk and Kuip to complain.