Hello from San Francisco. And a lousy time was had by all, at least those rooting for the Mets. The highlight of the night was meeting Gwreck and Caryn. I ended up seeing them three times, twice by chance (Gwreck rocking the Pelfrey shirt stood out). The ballpark is nice enough but I was in no mood to give praise to a facility with such obnoxious home fans. The big guy to my right leaned over the arm rest as soon as I started cheering the Mets. The senile guy in front kept standing up to block my view. When I said that I traveled across the country for the game, he said "we don't want you here." Nice. I've been treated nicer in Philadelphia. We didn't get a bobblehead because the choice was an hour in line or seeing the place. The corridors are way too narrow--it was difficult to walk around in the early innings. The food choices are too esoteric; I wanted to get my son ice cream (despite the cold) and there was only one place and the line was too long. The setting is nice and yes, it gets cold. The in-house wi-fi, the first in the country, is overrated. You can go to a website on your mobile, select the food you want and it says where the closest sections are. That's a nice feature, but the highlights sent directly to a special website are the same ones on the excellent scoreboard. They stop fans from walking down the aisle during an at bat and that's very good (Nats Park should do that). Also good: an employee comes around to collect recyclables in the 8th inning. The fans are stupid: the wave; the medium fly balls that are cheered in anticipation of a home run; and when Tejada was beaned, the woman behind me said "does he want his mommy?" The caper on the evening was on the escalator as we left. Kid yells "go home Yankees" and his Dad says "Mets." The kid goes "Mets" and the Dad says "same difference." And just try to get a cab after the game.