SPRING TRAINING'S OVER, YO

On Saturday, I went to one of the last of the exhibition games at Mays Field here in San Francisco. Giants lost to Oakland and Barry didn't play, but who cares? It was gorgeous from our club seats over far right field, where we could gaze longingly at the little sail boats in McCovey Cove while the game progressed.

You could tell that none of the players were really into it, but they played well enough to excite us geeks in the seats.

I trotted out my super-duper Barksdale's scorebook so I could brush away the dust (I hadn't tracked a game in the scorebook since last June), but there were so many late-game replacements, I gave up and just drank more beer.

I'm thinking of hanging out in front of Mays Field tomorrow and seeing if I can get a decent seat without spending a fortune. The opening-day game is sold out, but I'm sure I can wrangle a lonely little seat in the sun. I'll let you know how it goes.