HellaFrank

Wow, October 12 was my last blogpost, terrible. My apologies to those loyal HellaFrank readers. I spent this last weekend in Madison for a party a client was having. I went to a Badgers football game against Michigan — unbelievable football fans who know their football. They were getting upset about the backfield formations and offensive linemen forgetting to shift on an end-around… WHAT?!?! I thought I knew a lot about football, but this humbled me. Look at all the red, it’s insane! Literally every person wore red, it was awesome. Yet another experience that made we wish I went to a real college. Go UCSD surf team!

Some very important people came to New York this weekend… the 49ers, my friend Jared from San Francisco and my cousin Marc. I thought we should all get together at some point, so we decided to go to the 49ers game against the New York Giants.

It was fun to go to a new stadium and see New York sports fans at their finest. There was a guy in front of me that was literally pulling up the leg on his shorts, stomping his foot and squealing like a pig when the Giants returned a fumble for 72 yards. I wish I had video, because nothing I can write can do this guy justice.

Here’s a picture of me and Jared. If you look really closely in the background you can see the embarrassing score. As you may be able to tell, we may have had a drink or two too many last night:

Before I get into this post, I need to state my opinion (or is it now fact) that Matt Holliday did not touch home plate last night. If I were a Padres fan, I would be so angry, like this guy. And, I’m calling ‘roids on Matt Holliday’s forearms. Are you kidding me? They are as big as Barry Bonds’ human-growth-hormone-enlarged head!

Now the real story here, is that the game ended at 12:30 a.m. I keep finding myself awake well after midnight watching sporting events here — Monday Night Football, West Coast baseball. If you want to catch the beginning of Monday Night Football on the West Coast after work, you better leave early and hustle home. Here? You can leave late, have a nice dinner, take a little nap, feed the cat and then flip on the TV in time to catch Tony Kornheiser say his first annoying comment.

Everyone talks about the winter, the intense people and the traffic here, but to be honest, this whole latenight sports thing is gonna be the toughest one to get used to (unless I was a Yankees fan, which I’m not).

Wednesday and Thursday are the first Cubs games at 10 pm ET… So if you need to get in touch either day, please believe I’ll be up till at least 1 am!