HUNGTINTON BEACH/ANAHEIM/THE O.C.
Basically, here's how it goes:
I assumed that being in San Francisco would be alright, and we saw some bloods. We then went to Anaheim, where I would assume the biggest threat would be Ryan Atwood's character from the O.C., except everyone where's red...
Not surprisingly, though, the game went smooth as rocks. It was one of the purest, fan-crazy atmospheres on our entire trip and it even featured a William Shatner cameo on the big screen when they brought the Rally Monkeys out.
The Angels came back in a huge way, buoyed by two home runs from apparent superstud Kendry Morales and a seven-run seventh inning to take the game 11-7 over the lowly Oakland Athletics.
In a sea of red, our blues stood out. But in one of California's only areas where caviar is on most peoples' minds, it didn't matter.
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We stayed two nights in Huntington Beach and I can definitely see what the hype is about. I mean, when we pulled up to our motel (the Beach Motel) and there was no beach within sight and there was a sign on the reception saying "NO PARTIES" we were kind of bummed.
That was until we realized that the owners didn't speak English and we could party our faces off. Especially as the 13th man Duncan Fraser showed up from Toronto at midnight on Aug. 27 with personalized t-shirts for each of us, labeled BRT Boysies 09 on the front.
It was a bit of a relief. I mean, he was taking a while to show up, which meant we were able to drink way too much "milk" before he got there, and we had to beat that L.A. highway traffic on the way in. And we had a van, so there was no chance of letting the roof fall back and enjoy the California sun.
Okay, I'll admit, that last sentence sounded like I was "from San Francisco".
It's a little humbling to be in "Surf City," especially when you hear so much about these places. I mean, come on, it basically inspired a whole type of music, hairstyle, and "medicinal drug" that are now well known and coveted.
But the beach was phenomenal. There were plenty of women and waves for everyone, and I loved how you could get 40 feet out in the water, get thrashed around for half an hour and then end up 100 feet away from where you first got in.
It was a nice slice of relaxation from the East Coast travel schedule. Even though that was amazing, I still needed some time in the sand, where I could pretend I was a "dude" and use words like "gnarly" and "whoa, bro!"
Maybe I use those already... I don't know.
Either way, go to Huntington Beach and if you go out at night, I highly suggest hitting Sharkey's bar from their massive buckets of "milk" that they serve and then hitting the ocean after hours as a beach patrol ATV tries to chase you.
Mucho fun-o.
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