As part of my sister Emily's pre-wedding festivities, V and i met up with my family at SBC Park (formerly Pac Bell ... these stadium names are changing so fast it's getting ridiculous) to see the Giants take on arch-rivals the Los Angeles Dodgers. We missed the Dodgers go ahead in the top of the first, but were there in the bottom of the second when a bases loaded triple put the Giants up 3-2. And thus ended the scoring. Not that there wasn't drama in the later innings, but nobody managed to score again. I should note that the dugouts cleared in the middle of the game when Michael Tucker stiff-armed Dodgers pitcher Jeff Weaver as Weaver tried to run him out at first base. Weaver shouldn't have stepped into the base path, but then the near-tackle was a little much. No huge brawls though. Poo. Anyhow, as the game was progressing scoreless, i had a little fun with my new Nikon Coolpix 3200 and tried some panoramic shots of the park from the upper deck.

Another source of amusement was the collection of drunken hecklers behind us (a relatively unavoidable side effect of a trip to the ballpark). Despite the fact that we were in the upper deck and nobody on the field could possibly hear us, they screamed at the Dodgers for the entire game. My personal favorite was when Dodgers third baseman Adrian Beltre was batting, one of the hooligans offered some advice to the Giants pitcher: "He's got bone spurs! Hit him in the ankle! That s@$# hurts!".

Up tonight is Emily and Jared's rehearsal dinner at my parents' house, and then the big event is tomorrow at the Palmdale Estates in Fremont. Then we've got a month more to plan our wedding, which will be interspersed with me heading to Seattle to see Chelsea play Celtic as part of their US tour, immediately after which i jet to Pittsburgh for a meeting. this boy is exhausted ...