Mustard. Relish. No Ketchup. Pass the Beer.

May 13th. 12:45 p.m. That ballpark down on the Embarcadero. That is where I will spend a Thursday afternoon. I may wrangle up some friends to take time off. Or I may be sitting alone. But are you ever really alone with garlic fries, a hot dog and beer? 35 minute drive to Arlington in heavy traffic? Rangers, you've got nothing on this.

Is it too soon to start the countdown? I say no.