It's just not cricket...
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Most people say cricket is a boring game, with long periods of inaction interspersed with a few moments of frenzied running, before a return to the normal state of affairs with all but the bowler standing still waiting for something to happen that requires them to move. Baseball is an exciting and fast sport though! The players are more athletic, it takes more skill, blah blah blah.
To be fair, it was kind of interesting for the first 30 minutes or so, when I didn't understand what was happening, and there is one area where it has cricket beaten. In 30 minutes you can understand all there is to know about the game, whereas the equivalent state of knowledge of cricket would take probably at least one entire test series.
I won't bother summarising the rules here, because no doubt I got some of it wrong and would hate to ruin it for any of you who end up watching a game and think "what the hell is going on?" After this 30 minutes was up though I quickly started losing interest.
The only real spark of excitement in the entire game was when the batter felt an overpowering urge to attack the pitcher, presumably sparked by some kind of body throw? I dunno, one minute everything is hunky dory, next both sides rush out of the dugout into the general melee in the middle. I suspect that the players themselves are waiting for this to happen every game, because it truly is the only interesting part.
And to top it all off, I was sitting in the sun the entire time, with the world's most annoying teenage girl behind me who shouted all the time at the players who clearly couldn't hear her, as they had already demonstrated they had very short tempers yet were not doing anything like throwing heavy objects at her.
And I got sunburnt. My face, arms, and knees (huh?!) All turned a bright shade of crimson. Not that I noticed until much later on in the day, after enduring strange looks off people throughout the rest of the evening.
And so on to the second part of the day. I rode BART back to downtown
For anyone unfamiliar,
The history there is amazing. Some of the buildings are over 200 years old, which for a country as young as the
It hosted some of the biggest and most dangerous criminals of the times. Al Capone is probably the most famous one, or at least he was the only one I recognised. The tour of the island consisted first of a walking tour showing the outsides of the facility, then an audio tour inside. The narrators were all former prison officers and inmates who could give amazing insight into what life was like there. For the rest of the post I will just add photos in and describe them. This was my last night in San Francisco and California, the next day was all about travelling to the capital of this country, or so I thought.