The San Francisco stadium that fog killed
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One would have thought they learned a lesson that day ....
The last KFOG KaBoom was in 2010 (in the parking lot at Candlestick). KFOG, the station, went off the air in 2019.
The Bay-to-Breakers fun run takes advantage of the same span of especially sunny SF Bay weather – so for many years the one-two punch of Bay-to-Breakers one Sunday, then KFOG Kaboom the next Staurday made for a very special SF week in the 2nd half of May.
https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/and-never-the-twain-shall-...
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https://winstonchurchill.org/resources/quotes/
It's especially instructive to call up the list of fakes from that page (it isn't directly linkable due to JS stupidity).
Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/and-never-the-twain-shall-...
(This was kinda before the Internet existed, so not trivial to check...)
But it's nothing a light jacket can't take care of.
Friend moved to SF for a job and got an apartment in the Richmond because it looks safe. After a year she moved to an apartment at 16th and Mission. Because the fog was making her depressed. And because she could ride her bike to work instead of taking the bus. The conundrum of San Francisco the sketchiest areas have the better weather.
This seems to be the conundrum of the planet Earth in general.
Afternoon games at the 'Stick were lovely, though.
PS. In 1999 I took a first date to the last night game at Candlestick. I'd been to many, many night games there - earned eight or ten "Croix de Candlesticks", if that rings any bells for any of you. My date had never been to an MLB game, far less the frigid confines of nocturnal Candlestick, and I was determined to be prepared. I warned this girl to wear more layers than she thought necessary, schlepped in extra jackets, a massive blanket, and multiple flasks of hot chocolate. I was ready for whatever the wind-gods would throw at us, and we looked more like we were mounting a polar expedition than a couple on the way to a baseball game.
But then, irony of ironies, the night was balmy. I'd never experienced anything like it. The breezes were benign, and I doubt the temperature dropped below 60°. My date didn't quite believe that this wasn't what it was always like, and my careful preparations made me look like a wimp at best, and at worst a madman. One last f-u from the fickle fates of Candlestick, which had broken so many Giants fans' hearts for so many years.