In 2000, the Giants moved to a beautiful ballpark in the heart of San Francisco, our local train line ends 2 blocks from the the stadium, and we could bring Amici's Pizza in with us to a game. Throw in a few World Series titles, players in good luck red thongs, a Panda and a Giraffe, and that local guy, Barry Bonds smashing homerun records, it was the best of times. Especially now, seeing in the rear view mirror of time, when it is not clear if there will be a baseball season, and if there is, will we be able to attend games? To quote Yogi Berra, " The future ain't what it used to be".
So where was I going with all my baseball chatter? Back to my walk around the neighborhood. The Camino Santiago route I was going to traverse, and will at some point in the fullness of time, is 800 kilometers, which translates into 500 miles, my cockamamie idea was/is to walk the same distance, just in a different, quite circumscribed route necessitated by shelter in place restrictions, and here I am 7 weeks into this quest, and I have actually walked 400 miles, which in another rough sport to sport transposition, has me rounding third, and heading for home. And if Buster Posey wants to try to tag me out, I am 100% fine with that!