Mission Mission

[Photo by Austin Kamps]

Normally we wouldn’t give a second thought to a single thing in Oakland, but this appears to be a night of boxing sponsored by the East Bay Rats Motorcycle Club in which each fight pits a punk against a hipster. This seems notable. Pencil it in, perhaps.

[via the Mission Mission Facebook wall]

Reader David K. spotted this west-coast-style hipster trap on 24th Street this morning. Laaaid back.

A gnarcissist!

If this guy is one, you can’t really blame him:

Gnar!

[Joke by Mimi V.] [Video via Ice Tubes]

Tablehopper reports:

[T]he ladies of mini bar on Divisadero are opening a~SIX-LANE BOWLING ALLEY~ in the heart of the Mission.

Sommer Peterson and Molly Bradshaw’s project will also include a restaurant and full bar at the location (the cocktail program will be creative and down to earth). Plans are in the works to lease the kitchen to a seasoned professional or restaurant ready to expand.

The menu will not be greasy, the decor will not be kitschy, the bike parking will be plentiful. Is this the future of bowling? Read on.

Yeah, I’m definitely coming back to this place on Sunday after the hubbub’s died down. Get my game on. (Seriously, I brought my paddle, the one I won by trouncing that “World Champion” they brought in for the McSweeney’s ping pong book launch.)

Ciudad de Rad made it up to the Seward Slides on a dry enough day that they weren’t barricaded shut. Watch the video here and get hell of jealous.

Things got a a little out of hand on the pitch (concrete) Saturday at the Valencia Playground courts when a questionable tackle in a competitive pick-up match of soccer sparked a mini-brawl that eventually resulted in the arrival of several squad cars (one undercover), an ambulance, and possibly an arrest or two.  Luckily, our pal Fergus had the wherewithal to capture the scene for posterity.

The thing about soccer brawls is that there’s always a lot of posturing and backpedaling, since no one actually wants to get punched, and the group just moves around the court like a violent, churning amoeba until someone inevitably throws a sucker punch.  This escalates things somewhat, leading to more backpedaling and shouting until someone else gets another sucker punch in.  The whole brawl seems to last until presumably an even number of sucker punches is thrown by each team and everyone is satisfied that the original issue and all consequent sucker punches have been avenged.

Link.

(Thanks Fergus!)

Chelsea, I really hope you purchased this gem.

It’s right up there with Primo’s “nasty” shirt. The only thing that would be better is a Bartenator vs. Bartbo hoodie.