Sunday, October 31, 2010
Happy Halloween!
We got tp'd last night...a pretty lame job, if you ask me. Doesn't look like they used more than one roll.
Fannie Farmer Griddlecakes
Time for another post in the “Starting in December” style. For those of you who haven’t had a chance to check out that blog, owned and operated by my colleague Marguerite, you’re missing out on some good writing, some good design, and some good recipes.Today we’re going to tackle that staple of Sunday morning breakfast, the pancake. Or if you prefer, hotcake, flapjack, or even griddlecake, as they’re called in the Fannie Farmer Cookbook, the source of this recipe. Debra and I got this cookbook as a wedding gift, and we’ve used it so much that it is literally falling apart. Mind you, this is not a cookbook for the faint of heart, but it definitely is a cookbook for those who’d like to give clogging up those arteries a shot.
The griddlecake recipe, even though it has a lot of ingredients (in contrast to Bisquick, egg, and milk), is very simple. You mix your powders, you mix your liquids (Is egg a liquid? Close enough), you melt your butter, you mix it all together, throw it on the hot griddle, and voila, you’ve got the best tasting pancakes you’ve ever had in your life.And if you eat breakfast late enough, you’re covered all the way to dinner. Because as an old friend once said, when you eat these babies, you’re definitely laying down a base.
Fannie Farmer GriddlecakesThe amount of milk you use will determine how thick these griddlecakes are. Start with the smaller amount suggested and add more if the batter seems too thick (speaking of the batter being too thick, could you believe that game Pat Burrell had last night?). Try to have the milk at room temperature before mixing and take care not to overbeat: a few lumps in the batter will do no harm (unless you’re Pat Burrell). You can make lighter, fluffier griddlecakes by separating the egg, beating the white, and folding it in last (whoa – that’s a lot of trouble for pancakes). Serve with maple syrup or honey.
½ - ¾ cup milk
2 tablespoons melted butter
1 egg
1 cup white flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
2 tablespoons sugar
½ teaspoon salt
Beat the milk, butter, and egg lightly in a mixing bowl. Mix the flour, baking powder, sugar and salt and add them all at once to the first mixture, stirring just enough to dampen the flour. Lightly butter or grease a griddle or frying pan and set over moderate heat until a few drops of cold water sprinkled on the pan form rapidly moving globules. If you wish small pancakes (and what would be the point of that?), drop about 2 tablespoons of the batter onto the pan, or pour about ¼ cup from a measuring cup if larger pancakes are desired (this isn’t rocket science…it’s really OK to make them as big or small as you’d like). Bake on the griddle until the cakes are full of bubbles on the top and the undersides are lightly browned. Turn with a spatula and brown the other sides. Place finished griddlecakes on a warm plate in a 200 degree oven until you have enough to begin serving (or, just throw ‘em on a plate and yell out, “hey! They’re ready!”).
Enjoy!
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Random Thought
If you're an actor, and your agent scores you a commercial for a low-testosterone treatment, does that make you happy for the work, or just pissed that everyone in the country is going to associate you with low testosterone?
Thursday, October 28, 2010
30 Years Ago Tonight...
I saw my first Bruce Springsteen concert. Below are my thoughts from that night, reprinted from an earlier post.
The fall of 1980 was my first quarter at U.C. Berkeley, and those first few months were among the most memorable of my life. First time away from home, first time thrown into the chaos of dorm life, first time having to manage life with not one, but two roommates. As anyone who’s lived in a university dormitory can attest, the science of matching roommates with like interests and habits is an inexact one, at best. But that first year, in my “triple” at Deutsch Hall, they did a pretty good job. One of my roommates was from South Korea, and while he didn’t socialize with us much, he kept the same hours as the rest of us – something that is absolutely essential to peaceful co-existence. Rob Danin, my other roommate, and I got along great. In another lucky break, we shared similar tastes in music – also an essential component of successful dorm life. I haven’t kept in touch with Rob since college, but he has gone on to have a nice little career for himself in foreign relations, and now happens to be the Deputy Assistant Secretary of State for Near Eastern Affairs. In fact, I'm proud to say that I got a better grade than Rob did in a course we took together, on Jewish History of the 20th Century. But he's the one with the Ph.D., so I suppose it's not nice of me to point that out.
Rob was a huge Springsteen fan, and while I wasn’t quite there yet, I owned all of his albums and enjoyed them a great deal. Having subscribed to Rolling Stone for four years, I knew that Springsteen’s live shows were legendary, and when it was announced that he was heading to Oakland, getting there was a must. Cool guy that he was, Rob agreed to buy tickets for me. In those days, the only way to get them was to “sleep” overnight at the Arena where the tickets would go on sale in the morning, and luckily Rob and a group of his friends from Southern California were willing to make the vigil.
This was the era of marathon shows, and 28 October 1980 was no exception: On the night of the lone Ronald Reagan-Jimmy Carter debate, Bruce Springsteen sang 32 songs, played for more than three hours, and covered nearly every song from The River. I remember being blown away by the first part of the show, which focused on past works, and then falling hard for the River material, after having been skeptical about the double album on the first few listens. I remember Rob’s friends going absolutely crazy when he sang “Wreck on the Highway,” and I remember the utter joy of those last few moments when the lights came on and “Detroit Medley” began.
Needless to say, it was a great show.
Set list:
Good Rockin’ Tonight/Badlands/10th Avenue Freeze-Out/For You/Darkness On the Edge of Town/Factory/Independence Day/Jackson Cage/Two Hearts/The Promised Land/Out In The Street/Racing In the Street/The River/Prove It All Night/Thunder Road/Cadillac Ranch/Fire/Hungry Heart/I Wanna Marry You/The Ties That Bind/Wreck On the Highway/Stolen Car/Point Blank/Crush On You/Ramrod/You Can Look (But You Better Not Touch)/Drive All Night/Rosalita/I’m A Rocker/Jungleland/Born to Run/Detroit Medley
The fall of 1980 was my first quarter at U.C. Berkeley, and those first few months were among the most memorable of my life. First time away from home, first time thrown into the chaos of dorm life, first time having to manage life with not one, but two roommates. As anyone who’s lived in a university dormitory can attest, the science of matching roommates with like interests and habits is an inexact one, at best. But that first year, in my “triple” at Deutsch Hall, they did a pretty good job. One of my roommates was from South Korea, and while he didn’t socialize with us much, he kept the same hours as the rest of us – something that is absolutely essential to peaceful co-existence. Rob Danin, my other roommate, and I got along great. In another lucky break, we shared similar tastes in music – also an essential component of successful dorm life. I haven’t kept in touch with Rob since college, but he has gone on to have a nice little career for himself in foreign relations, and now happens to be the Deputy Assistant Secretary of State for Near Eastern Affairs. In fact, I'm proud to say that I got a better grade than Rob did in a course we took together, on Jewish History of the 20th Century. But he's the one with the Ph.D., so I suppose it's not nice of me to point that out.
Rob was a huge Springsteen fan, and while I wasn’t quite there yet, I owned all of his albums and enjoyed them a great deal. Having subscribed to Rolling Stone for four years, I knew that Springsteen’s live shows were legendary, and when it was announced that he was heading to Oakland, getting there was a must. Cool guy that he was, Rob agreed to buy tickets for me. In those days, the only way to get them was to “sleep” overnight at the Arena where the tickets would go on sale in the morning, and luckily Rob and a group of his friends from Southern California were willing to make the vigil.
This was the era of marathon shows, and 28 October 1980 was no exception: On the night of the lone Ronald Reagan-Jimmy Carter debate, Bruce Springsteen sang 32 songs, played for more than three hours, and covered nearly every song from The River. I remember being blown away by the first part of the show, which focused on past works, and then falling hard for the River material, after having been skeptical about the double album on the first few listens. I remember Rob’s friends going absolutely crazy when he sang “Wreck on the Highway,” and I remember the utter joy of those last few moments when the lights came on and “Detroit Medley” began.
Needless to say, it was a great show.
Set list:
Good Rockin’ Tonight/Badlands/10th Avenue Freeze-Out/For You/Darkness On the Edge of Town/Factory/Independence Day/Jackson Cage/Two Hearts/The Promised Land/Out In The Street/Racing In the Street/The River/Prove It All Night/Thunder Road/Cadillac Ranch/Fire/Hungry Heart/I Wanna Marry You/The Ties That Bind/Wreck On the Highway/Stolen Car/Point Blank/Crush On You/Ramrod/You Can Look (But You Better Not Touch)/Drive All Night/Rosalita/I’m A Rocker/Jungleland/Born to Run/Detroit Medley
"Everybody Is A Star"
"...As a baseball fan, I tend to believe in what feels real, but there's something unreal about this Giants team. When you look at them, outside looking in, they look like a team without stars. But when the Giants look at themselves, they seem to see a team where, each game, ANYONE can be the star."
- Joe Posnanski, SI.com
- Joe Posnanski, SI.com
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Seven Random Thoughts About "The Rocky Horror Glee Show"
I.
“I need that local Emmy, Will!” – Sue
I can really relate to that comment, for reasons I can’t really explain here. Those who know me best will probably understand.
II.
“There is something wondrous about Elton John, and something monstrous.” - Robert Christgau
That’s a quote from 1975, written at the height of Elton John’s popularity. It doesn’t have anything to do with Glee, but as I was watching tonight’s show, I was reminded of it.
III.
In the winter of 1980, I went to see the midnight show of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” for eight weekends running. At that time it was showing at the Showcase Theater in downtown Sacramento, which unfortunately no longer exists. I went with my girlfriend, I went with friends, I went with co-workers at McDonalds, I went with my brothers, and I even went with my parents. It was certainly not a “great” movie, but it was fun, and watching it with a bunch of people who felt the same way was even more fun.
IV.
I think that Glee has a lot in common with Twin Peaks. Both inhabit worlds that seem on the surface to be real, but when you look a little deeper, you can’t help but realize that they’re not. No one in real life acts like the people on Glee or Twin Peaks. I loved Twin Peaks. I respect Glee, but I don’t love it.
V.
Tonight’s episode of Glee was fantastic – an hour of television that might not be matched for the rest of this season. Just about everything worked perfectly – the Barry Bostwick/Meat Loaf cameos, the guest appearance by John Stamos – and the performances were spot on, close enough to the originals to sound great but different enough to sound original. I laughed out loud on several occasions, even at the lines of characters that I found totally unbelievable.
VI.
In the current issue of GQ, there are hot shots of the starlets of Glee in what some might consider suggestive poses. This has resulted in a lot of moralizing, all of it ridiculous. To me, it does present a contradiction (and as you can see from a post below, I love contradictions). The more this sort of thing happens, the more ridiculous the show seems. Now, I get that part of the show’s appeal is that it is ridiculous – just like Twin Peaks was ridiculous. But there is a fine line between “ridiculous” and “jumping the shark” – and I have to wonder how close Glee is getting to the latter.
VII.
Let’s do the time warp again.
“I need that local Emmy, Will!” – Sue
I can really relate to that comment, for reasons I can’t really explain here. Those who know me best will probably understand.
II.
“There is something wondrous about Elton John, and something monstrous.” - Robert Christgau
That’s a quote from 1975, written at the height of Elton John’s popularity. It doesn’t have anything to do with Glee, but as I was watching tonight’s show, I was reminded of it.
III.
In the winter of 1980, I went to see the midnight show of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” for eight weekends running. At that time it was showing at the Showcase Theater in downtown Sacramento, which unfortunately no longer exists. I went with my girlfriend, I went with friends, I went with co-workers at McDonalds, I went with my brothers, and I even went with my parents. It was certainly not a “great” movie, but it was fun, and watching it with a bunch of people who felt the same way was even more fun.
IV.
I think that Glee has a lot in common with Twin Peaks. Both inhabit worlds that seem on the surface to be real, but when you look a little deeper, you can’t help but realize that they’re not. No one in real life acts like the people on Glee or Twin Peaks. I loved Twin Peaks. I respect Glee, but I don’t love it.
V.
Tonight’s episode of Glee was fantastic – an hour of television that might not be matched for the rest of this season. Just about everything worked perfectly – the Barry Bostwick/Meat Loaf cameos, the guest appearance by John Stamos – and the performances were spot on, close enough to the originals to sound great but different enough to sound original. I laughed out loud on several occasions, even at the lines of characters that I found totally unbelievable.
VI.
In the current issue of GQ, there are hot shots of the starlets of Glee in what some might consider suggestive poses. This has resulted in a lot of moralizing, all of it ridiculous. To me, it does present a contradiction (and as you can see from a post below, I love contradictions). The more this sort of thing happens, the more ridiculous the show seems. Now, I get that part of the show’s appeal is that it is ridiculous – just like Twin Peaks was ridiculous. But there is a fine line between “ridiculous” and “jumping the shark” – and I have to wonder how close Glee is getting to the latter.
VII.
Let’s do the time warp again.
Peaceful
There's a certain time of the year in my office where, all of a sudden, things get very peaceful. And I don't mean the work itself; right now that's anything but peaceful.
But right now, and the moment may last but a few days, the temperature is such that neither the air conditioner or the heater is running, and all that I can hear is...nothing. Blissful, beautiful silence.
You gotta savor the moments you get.
But right now, and the moment may last but a few days, the temperature is such that neither the air conditioner or the heater is running, and all that I can hear is...nothing. Blissful, beautiful silence.
You gotta savor the moments you get.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Contradictions
There's a new commercial out for a company that makes X-Box games - Kinect. As background music, it uses Gang of Four's "Natural's Not In It," a great song with a great beat. It works great for the commercial.
However...
Want to peruse the lyrics to the song?
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell out, maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Coercion of the senses
We are not so gullible
Our great expectations
A future for the good
Fornication makes you happy
No escape from society
Natural is not in it
Your relations are of power
We all have good intentions
But all with strings attached
Repackaged sex your interest
Repackaged sex your interest
Repackaged sex your interest
Repackaged sex your interest
Repackaged sex your interest
Repackaged sex your interest
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell out, maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
I love sh*t like this.
However...
Want to peruse the lyrics to the song?
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell out, maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Coercion of the senses
We are not so gullible
Our great expectations
A future for the good
Fornication makes you happy
No escape from society
Natural is not in it
Your relations are of power
We all have good intentions
But all with strings attached
Repackaged sex your interest
Repackaged sex your interest
Repackaged sex your interest
Repackaged sex your interest
Repackaged sex your interest
Repackaged sex your interest
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell out, maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
I love sh*t like this.
Triumphant "Social Network"
“You’re going to be successful, and rich. But you’re going to go through life thinking that girls don’t like you because you’re a nerd. And I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, that that won't be true. It’ll be because you’re an asshole.” – Erica Albright, to Mark Zuckerberg
The greatness of “The Social Network” is established in its very first scene. Mark Zuckerberg, as unlikeable a nerd as one could possibly imagine, is having a drink with his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, Erica Albright. Zuckerberg is a kid who scored 1600 on his SATs, got into Harvard, and looks exactly like the kind of guy who got his ass kicked on a regular basis in high school. In some movies, he’d be the hero. But in this one, he’s one of the great movie villains of all time – a guy who damn near manages to change the world, a guy who certainly changes the landscape of the online world, a guy who makes himself a billion dollars – and manages to do so in a way that leaves the viewer with nothing but contempt. Contempt for his personality, contempt for his methods, and contempt for his treatment of other human beings, from those he considers his enemies to those who consider him a friend. In short, Mark Zuckerberg is a douchebag of epic proportions, and Erica Albright has him all figured out – before he’s made one dime off of his ideas.
“The Social Network” is an across the board triumph – acting, screenplay, and directing. It is a triumph because, even at the moment you’re secretly rooting against Zuckerberg and hoping that someone just walks up to him and tells him to go f*ck himself (or better yet, slap his face), you’re drawn into the intrigue and the drama of what he did. And in the grand tradition of capitalists, I suppose that Zuckerberg isn’t any different from those who came before him – the Rockefellers, the Fords, the titans of industry who made this country what it is.
You have to wonder, for the artists in participated in the making of this movie, whether they realized that they were onto something special. I imagine that they did, and can only imagine (and envy) the creative energy that was taking place on the set from day to day. Even the bit players – familiar faces like John Getz and David Selby (who was in Dark Shadows, for crying out loud!) as the attorneys involved in the various depositions that frame the story; new faces like Rooney Mara (soon to be the American version of “The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo”), who, in her few minutes on the screen, absolutely radiates future stardom, veterans like Douglas Urbanski, “theater producer and raconteur,” according to his bio), who absolutely nails my vision of what a president of Harvard University would be like, in one of the best scenes in the entire movie (essentially, someone with an attitude of “what the f*ck are you over-privileged brats doing in my office, and wasting my time?) – are terrific.
The lead actors are, to a person, amazing. Jesse Eisenberg, who portrays Zuckerberg, Justin Timberlake, as Sean “Napster” Parker, and Andrew Garfield, as Zuckerberg’s “friend and partner” Eduardo Saverin, are just great. They’re the closest to a “love triangle” as there is in a movie that is almost entirely devoid of positive human emotions, and the subtle ways that Parker manipulates Zuckerberg into cutting his friend out of the action are sometimes hard to watch, they’re so brutal and unfeeling. Armie Hammer as the twins Winklevoss is also terrific, effortlessly imbuing the two with the privilege that makes people in this country want to hate the ruling elite.
And Aaron Sorkin’s screenplay? Hey, say what you will about the guy, but he’s an incredible writer. It’s an amazing piece of work. But don’t forget director David Fincher, who sets the tone and mood perfectly in every scene. Hey, I could go on and on…Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross’ soundtrack? Amazing. The cinematography, lighting, editing? All terrific.
The best movie of the year? You bet.
The greatness of “The Social Network” is established in its very first scene. Mark Zuckerberg, as unlikeable a nerd as one could possibly imagine, is having a drink with his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, Erica Albright. Zuckerberg is a kid who scored 1600 on his SATs, got into Harvard, and looks exactly like the kind of guy who got his ass kicked on a regular basis in high school. In some movies, he’d be the hero. But in this one, he’s one of the great movie villains of all time – a guy who damn near manages to change the world, a guy who certainly changes the landscape of the online world, a guy who makes himself a billion dollars – and manages to do so in a way that leaves the viewer with nothing but contempt. Contempt for his personality, contempt for his methods, and contempt for his treatment of other human beings, from those he considers his enemies to those who consider him a friend. In short, Mark Zuckerberg is a douchebag of epic proportions, and Erica Albright has him all figured out – before he’s made one dime off of his ideas.
“The Social Network” is an across the board triumph – acting, screenplay, and directing. It is a triumph because, even at the moment you’re secretly rooting against Zuckerberg and hoping that someone just walks up to him and tells him to go f*ck himself (or better yet, slap his face), you’re drawn into the intrigue and the drama of what he did. And in the grand tradition of capitalists, I suppose that Zuckerberg isn’t any different from those who came before him – the Rockefellers, the Fords, the titans of industry who made this country what it is.
You have to wonder, for the artists in participated in the making of this movie, whether they realized that they were onto something special. I imagine that they did, and can only imagine (and envy) the creative energy that was taking place on the set from day to day. Even the bit players – familiar faces like John Getz and David Selby (who was in Dark Shadows, for crying out loud!) as the attorneys involved in the various depositions that frame the story; new faces like Rooney Mara (soon to be the American version of “The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo”), who, in her few minutes on the screen, absolutely radiates future stardom, veterans like Douglas Urbanski, “theater producer and raconteur,” according to his bio), who absolutely nails my vision of what a president of Harvard University would be like, in one of the best scenes in the entire movie (essentially, someone with an attitude of “what the f*ck are you over-privileged brats doing in my office, and wasting my time?) – are terrific.
The lead actors are, to a person, amazing. Jesse Eisenberg, who portrays Zuckerberg, Justin Timberlake, as Sean “Napster” Parker, and Andrew Garfield, as Zuckerberg’s “friend and partner” Eduardo Saverin, are just great. They’re the closest to a “love triangle” as there is in a movie that is almost entirely devoid of positive human emotions, and the subtle ways that Parker manipulates Zuckerberg into cutting his friend out of the action are sometimes hard to watch, they’re so brutal and unfeeling. Armie Hammer as the twins Winklevoss is also terrific, effortlessly imbuing the two with the privilege that makes people in this country want to hate the ruling elite.
And Aaron Sorkin’s screenplay? Hey, say what you will about the guy, but he’s an incredible writer. It’s an amazing piece of work. But don’t forget director David Fincher, who sets the tone and mood perfectly in every scene. Hey, I could go on and on…Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross’ soundtrack? Amazing. The cinematography, lighting, editing? All terrific.
The best movie of the year? You bet.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Torture II
OK, that was ridiculous.
Nothing has come easy this season. As Joe Posnanski noted in this week's Sports Illustrated, the Giants played more close games this season than any team in the past five years. On some nights, the offense was non-existent. They had an amazing tendency to hit into double plays at the most inopportune times (not that there is ever an opportune time to hit into a double play). Their RBI leader had 86 - a number that won't get you on the cover of Sports Illustrated, much less into the Hall of Fame.
But pitching? Man did they have pitching. And even the pitching wasn't entirely consistent. On some nights, Tim Lincecum looked like the best pitcher in the game (which he was the past two seasons). And then, there was that month where he didn't win a game, and didn't look good doing it. But in the playoffs, he's come up big, as just about every pitcher has at one point - Matt Cain, Jonathan Sanchez, Madison Bumgarner, Brian Wilson, the rest of relief corps. It wasn't always pretty, but overall they were great.
And then, you've got the guys like Cody Ross and Pat Burrell - guys that weren't even there at the beginning of the season, but who have come up huge when they needed to. Along with other guys like Aubrey Huff, Freddy Sanchez, Ray Fontenot, Pablo Sandoval, Juan Uribe...hardly household names, but already close to being legends in the city by the bay.
It hasn't been easy being a Giants fan over the years. There have been some good times, and even in the bad times there have been wonderful announcers like Jon Miller, Hank Greenwald, Lon Simmons, Duane Kuiper, and Mike Krukow. But there have been hard times, and there have been heart-breaking moments - crushing defeats, defeats grabbed from the jaws of victory.
Thinking that fate is on your side in the world of sports is a fool's game. But something does feel special about this year - and there's no doubt that the sporting Gods owe one to the fans of the San Francisco Giants.
Nothing has come easy this season. As Joe Posnanski noted in this week's Sports Illustrated, the Giants played more close games this season than any team in the past five years. On some nights, the offense was non-existent. They had an amazing tendency to hit into double plays at the most inopportune times (not that there is ever an opportune time to hit into a double play). Their RBI leader had 86 - a number that won't get you on the cover of Sports Illustrated, much less into the Hall of Fame.
But pitching? Man did they have pitching. And even the pitching wasn't entirely consistent. On some nights, Tim Lincecum looked like the best pitcher in the game (which he was the past two seasons). And then, there was that month where he didn't win a game, and didn't look good doing it. But in the playoffs, he's come up big, as just about every pitcher has at one point - Matt Cain, Jonathan Sanchez, Madison Bumgarner, Brian Wilson, the rest of relief corps. It wasn't always pretty, but overall they were great.
And then, you've got the guys like Cody Ross and Pat Burrell - guys that weren't even there at the beginning of the season, but who have come up huge when they needed to. Along with other guys like Aubrey Huff, Freddy Sanchez, Ray Fontenot, Pablo Sandoval, Juan Uribe...hardly household names, but already close to being legends in the city by the bay.
It hasn't been easy being a Giants fan over the years. There have been some good times, and even in the bad times there have been wonderful announcers like Jon Miller, Hank Greenwald, Lon Simmons, Duane Kuiper, and Mike Krukow. But there have been hard times, and there have been heart-breaking moments - crushing defeats, defeats grabbed from the jaws of victory.
Thinking that fate is on your side in the world of sports is a fool's game. But something does feel special about this year - and there's no doubt that the sporting Gods owe one to the fans of the San Francisco Giants.
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