Candlestick Park was the first pre-cast concrete stadium, built (on the San Andreas fault) for the San Francisco baseball Giants in 1960. In 1970, the 49ers football team moved-in. This converted the Stick into the baseball/football facility you remember on tv as a youth -- with the dirt in the football field. That dirt hurt to get pummled into. The Giants fled the Stick in 2000. So, the 49ers got to turf-in the dirt, but the stains on the Stick are obvious and everywhere. For example, these chaps are pointing out seats even worse than the ones in the dark hollow across the field.
San Francisco is a wealthy ambitious city with a history of gloved women in hats taking-in a thousand views a day (not to mention what the men were doing.) San Francisco's success spawned a bayed megalopolis of wealthy if less serious suburbs creating something out of nothing and belching out an entire culture where, for example, houses are both heated and cooled on human gaseous emissions (among other "should we mandate this?" ideas.) Seemingly an ideal place for a worldwide humanity event such as The Olympic Games -- but SF recalled its bid on the 2016 Olympics (awarded to Rio de Janerio) because no rich Stick-lover rose to re-erect the place to Olympic Standards. The 49ers wised-up, and are at work on a sxy-boxed palace (with McRoskey seating) in the parking lot of the Great America Amusement Park in Santa Clara -- not a row-house in sight. Alas, the Stick is set for the wrecking ball, so we took in the Raiders/49ers game yesterday to bid our adieu. But not just the pre-cast concrete has decayed. For example, although this may look like Raider/49er harmony, this "welcome to the fillmore" scene went down to a pushing/shoving loud/constant entry-line background of abrasive "in your (3rd grader's) face" assault of expletive "cheering." ("Lets go Niners - FU Raiders." or the lyrical "Lets go Raiders -- Eat me Niners.") The Stick's "No backpacks mother-fu**er" entry-gate rule also contributes to entry delay.
The NFL is powerless over alcohol. The Stick's required push-me pull-you clockwise/counter-clockwise rotunda of yelling and swearing was the opposite, for example, of the pleasant and orderly Sunday clockwise/counter-clockwise courtship rituals going-on simultaneously around town fountains yesterday afternoon in colonial Mexico. None of these NFL "men" could have expected to attract a woman by spilling $12 of beer on her and then cursing her (and her team) loudly in her face - then doing it again every five feet. (By contrast the colonial Mexican might break a confetti egg on the desired woman's head.) And NFL drunken yelling and taunting is not just for men -- this female Raider shook her bloody Chucky Doll every time the men in black did their job.
Thirty Dollars still buys four hours of valet parking in San Francisco, but not at the Stick. At the Stick, $30 gets you dirt and trash and running bragging thieves and car alarms and urine and mud and incomplete combustion. The ticketless "here for the dirt" lot scene is so obviously worse than a drug band festival or even a Metallica concert, it is surprising the NFL has kept its Orrin Hatch image and seal of approval. Remember the "Rave Act?" Congress added "sponsoring an event with known drug use" to its Criminal Code. The Stick is smellier than the Oakland Fox. Where is Eric Holder when we need him?
For those 6000footdrop.com readers interested in the outcome of the game, the Oakland Raiders (who also know something about having dirt in their field) stood around a little too much.
And the San Francisco 49ers had NINE men on the field for an aborted field goal, but somehow still prevailed.
Later, widespread panic ensued.
Ciao Stick - it was a nice ride.
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