I haven’t broken into a run since 2002.  That was sophomore year of high school, when I used to get in trouble in P.E. class for leisurely bicep-curling five pound weights and gossiping with hoodrat girls who called me “Tasty Vanilla,” when I should have been pumping iron.  But, alas,

Spring’s a-comin’ in just a few short weeks, and you know what that means — WINTER WEATHER FOR SIX MORE MONTHS!  Not really.  Well, maybe really, but spring also signals the beginning of many adult sport leagues in the city (because usually it’s much, much too freezing in the first

When I first came to San Francisco, I didn’t know many people.  Two activities (three if excessive solo drinking at bars counts) connected me with my current group of friends:  Moving in with roommates from Craigslist and joining a sports league.  While the former is undoubtedly a direct channel to

Hypothetical:  You’re in a Wednesday night adult softball league that plays on the fields at Chestnut and Laguna in the Marina.  Said team plays (and inevitably loses) game.  You are angry, but mostly because you didn’t eat before you came and you’re pretty ravenous.  Where do you go? If you’re