[Photo by sf donutman 89, via It's Always Sunny in San Francisco]
On Friday morning, a tipster sent us this video of an incident at a soccer field in the Mission:
We mulled it over all weekend (at the beach) and our main takeaway is that if the two groups buried the hatchet and played all together, like the end of the video suggests they do, it’s a beautiful story. Learning, understanding, coming together — through pickup soccer. Peace on Earth.
Our secondary takeaway from this whole episode is that we love this one righteously indignant guy in the “V” hat. He’s so flustered, it’s kind of sweet. So we decided to commemorate some of his lines with the help of Meme Generator:
I mean, just put yourself in his shoes: being so flustered that you start muttering phrases like “you’re being disastrously weird, man.”
Gotta love humanity.
We sort of advocated hopping the fence when the park was closed, but that got people all mad. The above seems like a much better idea!
[via Man Freckles]
There’s a movement brewing. Not an organized boycott of NFL football per se, but basically that people are feeling disinclined to watch the sport because of the growing sense of dread that comes with it. Jason Kottke, one of my favorite bloggers, explains:
I’ve been a steadfast fan of NFL football for the past 15 years. Most weekends I’d catch at least two or three games on TV. Professional football lays bare all of the human achievement + battle with self + physical intelligence + teamwork stuff I love thinking about in a particularly compelling way. But for a few years now, the cons have been piling up in my conscience: the response to head injuries, the league’s nonprofit status, the homophobia, and turning a blind eye to the reliance on drugs (PEDs and otherwise). And the final straw: the awful terrible inhuman way the league treats violence against women.
It’s overwhelming. Enough is enough. I dropped my cable subscription a few months ago and was considering getting it again to watch the NFL, but I won’t be doing that. Pro football, I love you, but we can’t see each other anymore. And it’s definitely you, not me. Call me when you grow up.
Getting dressed up in red and gold and going to Thieves Tavern is sure fun, but, I dunno… we’ll see.
Read on for more.
[Photo by Honey Jets]
So, about that earthquake. Pretty crazy, right? I mean, it even left one of the cabinet doors in my kitchen slightly more ajar than it was before I went to bed!
This week we’ve seen a new twist on bowling and a new twist on skeeball. Last night at NightLife at Cal Academy, we learned a new twist on Berlin-style ping pong:
As players get out, they leave their paddle randomly on the table. The number of paddles increases as the game goes on, creating more and more obstacles for the players that remain. We were playing with only about 10 people, which was fun, but imagine the challenge of a 25- or 30-person game!
Perhaps we’ll try it tonight in the Lower Haight at the only American Tripps party in August!
Double the fun! (And even more challenging that that new way of bowling!)