On Wednesday night, Will and I went to the Webster Pacific company summer outing, which took place at the Oakland A’s game against the Angels. It was my second ballgame this year—the first was a Dodgers game with Ashley, Scotty, and crew—and I think I’ve decided I like watching baseball. This is because even more so than football or basketball, baseball is really about having time to hang out with your friends in a new and beautiful setting.
Webster Pacific is related to The Gap’s Fisher family through Tom, who was CFO of their timber company in the past. Tom was able to get access to the Fisher family’s luxury suite, and I had been excited about seeing this all week. I helped order food and was astounded how much it cost, but Bob at Strongbadia assured me that all baseball food was really expensive, and that paying $40 a head was actually not all that much above average.
My coworker Stephanie and I took the BART from San Francisco to McCaffe Stadium. It was cool to hop into a vehicle on Embarcadero, my usual station, and then pop back up again so close to the game. We walked down the pedestrian bridge that links the station to the stadium, and looked for our spots.
I walked twice around the stadium before going in because the day was so beautiful, and it felt so nice to be out of work. Then I walked through the stands of vendors selling foam fingers, jerseys, programs, and food, and found our suite. We were right next to the dining room, which at McCaffee (like everything in Northern California) was surprisingly beautiful and probably terribly overpriced—dark wood paneling, a dining area that overhung the seats with huge glass windows so you could watch the game as you ate your hamburger. Will and I thought that next time one of our friends has a birthday, we could go there.
The game was close. No one scored until towards the end, when the A’s held a one-point lead for a while, and at the bottom of the ninth we all thought the game would end early. Then in the top of the ninth, the Angels scored a double and we were pretty sure our home team had lost. Then in the bottom of the ninth, the A’s scored a double as well, and Will was pretty into it.
I spent most of the night talking to an 11-year-old young woman named Madeline (?), the daughter of one of the Webster Pacific partners, Susan. She was an avid reader and quite a talker. It was fun.