Baleen spent her first night without either her son or her husband on Saturday. She went up to Napa for a bachelorette party, leaving us alone with a lot of instructions and a whole lot of milk.
Once she left, we did what guys do, which is call up other guys, watch European soccer, and grill some brats. Cooper and his dad drove over from the Marina. They returned to the Marina that afternoon, only leaving behind one of the seventeen things that they brought over. And I, for the third time I've seen him, forgot to give Coop his Tiger onesie from Uncle Sloan, purchased with a return receipt for 57 Hemlock Circle. For those of you who don't know Uncle Sloan, that's been his mailing address for the last twenty odd years, despite paying rent in about ten different places that aren't walking distance from Tiger Inn.
On Sunday morning, with the Bay to Breakers roadblock keeping Baleen north of us and all the naked people, The Dragon Boss and I found our own way to my soccer game. It started like like any old morning in the Mission suburbs, a 7am bottle, then coffee at Martha & Brothers where I ran into a friend carrying the Times, but then it got a little different. The Dragon Boss took his first ride on public transit (and far from his last, Baleen!) as we took the J to the soccer field, then he hung out in the dugout at Boxer and watched his dad score his first goal of the year before feeding him at halftime. Just like his father before him and his father's father and his father's father's father back in Farcher's Grove.
Once she left, we did what guys do, which is call up other guys, watch European soccer, and grill some brats. Cooper and his dad drove over from the Marina. They returned to the Marina that afternoon, only leaving behind one of the seventeen things that they brought over. And I, for the third time I've seen him, forgot to give Coop his Tiger onesie from Uncle Sloan, purchased with a return receipt for 57 Hemlock Circle. For those of you who don't know Uncle Sloan, that's been his mailing address for the last twenty odd years, despite paying rent in about ten different places that aren't walking distance from Tiger Inn.
On Sunday morning, with the Bay to Breakers roadblock keeping Baleen north of us and all the naked people, The Dragon Boss and I found our own way to my soccer game. It started like like any old morning in the Mission suburbs, a 7am bottle, then coffee at Martha & Brothers where I ran into a friend carrying the Times, but then it got a little different. The Dragon Boss took his first ride on public transit (and far from his last, Baleen!) as we took the J to the soccer field, then he hung out in the dugout at Boxer and watched his dad score his first goal of the year before feeding him at halftime. Just like his father before him and his father's father and his father's father's father back in Farcher's Grove.
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