The first-ever gathering of the McCovey Chronicles brethren and sisteren at the appropriately titled McCovey Chronicles' Restaurant at McCovey's Cove East was a rousing success -- at least for me. What great people and great Giants fans I was permitted to meet.
After the event, appropriately capped by a Giant win after inappropriately being temporarily thrown off track by yet another Giants arsonist, I was able to spend time conversing with DeLorean and his wife, girlfriend, could I marry her if you ever get tired of her?
And naturally we talked about ... cars. Turns out this lovely thing drives the exact same car I do. Mazda. MX 5 (aka Miata). Charcoal. Black top. I thought about telling DeLorean that he could just HAVE my car, and I would drive home with HER.
But I didn't, since I had spent the lovely evening sitting next to the delicious (offered me dessert -- no, not THAT kind, you lecherous thing, you), delightful, charming and talented Baron, sexily adorned in her finest McCovey Chronicles T-shirt. Well, yeah, she was wearing pants, too.
Oh, and I brought my friend Jim, the only guy I know who looks as goofy as I. He had never met ANYONE like the McCoven. But then, neither had I.
So as I walked to my car, cursing myself for choosing it over DeLorean's prized possession, I ran into none other than Toothpick, so nicknamed by none other than Willie McCovey himself. Toothpick, who was one of the two nice people who greeted us at the front door and helped us figure out why there was no reservation under the obvious name, "McCovey Chronicles" and under what name the actual reservation -- I was beginning to have some -- was made.
And Toothpick had the most wonderful suggestion for our next gathering, the one after they add "Chronicles" to the restaurant's name. Hopefully that gathering will be soon and become maybe a twice-a-season-or-so event, perhaps even with a hot stove league session. Toothpick suggested that we call ahead and ask if they would reserve the "McCovey Room" for us -- the one in the back where Willie himself eats when he visits, the one with the mementos under glass, right under your place mat. The private room with the two TV's! The one where we can scream our celebration of the inevitable Giants win without causing heart attacks among the startled patrons.
Toothpick said the McCovey Room has a two-hour limit, but that when we tell them that we ARE The McCovey Chronicles, they might be willing to waive it -- presumably if we promise them a Giants win!
Anyway, I just wanted to thank all involved for a WONDERFUL time. It was really cool to meet all you fabulous people and CRAZY-mad fans.
Oh, I wanted to tell Baron and she and I would make a strange and wonderful couple, since I'm strange and she's wonderful.
And DeLorean, if you ever need help ...
And, no, Jim and I are not gay.