Confessions of a Korean-American Man in New York City

This week in San Francisco is about motivation and partying. Did I mention partying? I'm with a ton of coworkers for our annual boondoggle and it's been a lot of fun. The only tiring thing is the partying. It started last night with a lot of alcohol. Tonight was no different with a massive party at AT&T Park, the baseball park that the San Francisco Giants play baseball. I know Darko is going to be pissed b/c he's an investor and is thinking excessive expenses, but this is normal corporate culture. It's not like we rent out baseball parks every week; it's a once a year thing.

There I was tonight, standing where Barry Balco Bonds stands waiting for pop-ups in left field. I stood at home base and pitched a few balls from the pitchers mound. I was clocked in just over 50mph. I almost threw out my arm trying to get over 60mph. There was a mock batter and I kept pitching inside and up towards his head. I would've sucked as a pitcher. I had batting practice with 65mph pitches. I hit 2 balls out of the infield out of 10 pitches, and they were to the shortstop for an easy out; they weren't hit that hard.

I was hanging in the Giant's dugout and I found nothing but flax seeds. I guess Bonds was telling the truth that he only took flax seed and not steroids. J/K!

There was food and drinks everywhere. There was a band playing songs from the 80s. It was a great night except the fact that it was FREEEEZING! It's so damn cold in SF in June. I did get to slide down the slide in the coke bottle in the outfield wall.