About a week ago I was riding MUNI to the A's/Giants game in San Francisco. All was going well, Benita and I had stopped for Champagne Brunch at Fresca on Fillmore (which FYI, no longer serves bottomless mimosas) and split a bottle of Cava making us both feel quite lively. We be-bopped onto the train without a care in the world ready for a day at the ballpark. We had just grabbed two available seats when I saw him......sitting just 4 rows away was a man dressed in FULL ON PIRATE GARB! We are talking sword, ruffle shirt, eye patch and everything!
"Is that a fucking pirate?" I asked poking Benita.
Benita looked up and focused a drunk eye on the buccaneer, "Yes, that does appear to be a pirate."
"Fair enough." I said going about the business of texting my Lame-o Giant fan friends about the A's pending victory.
Turns out pirate sightings are lucky, the A's swept the series with the Giants that day.
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