Hi everyone! How are you all doing this fine Friday evening, (or maybe Saturday morning, if you’re reading this with the next day’s morning coffee)? Am I glad that it is the weekend! Is there anything better than Friday night? It’s the longest possible time before you have to go back to work on Monday. It feels like the world is your oyster, and it’s difficult to decide just what you’re going to do out of all the things on your list. I know that by Sunday night I’ll be kicking myself for not getting as much done as I wanted, but hey, that’s how every weekend goes, doesn’t it?
I can’t say it was a great week… fighting a cold, playing catch up at work and still not feeling like I got everything done, the Habs lost twice (maybe three times, I can’t remember). I couldn’t even play Nintendo Sports golf without the Switch disconnecting at least seven times in twenty minutes. I hope things turn out better this weekend.
Where am I going with this? Oh yeah, the Seals ’68-’69 season. It started off pretty badly too. The team looked listless, and unable to beat anyone, and attendance was lousy, if not worse than the year before. The team’s future looked totally bleak, but out of the darkness came a tiny glint, just a little sunshine, and all of a sudden the Seals were gunning for second place. This week’s article is a wonderfully written piece from the San Rafael Independent Journal‘s November 1, 1968 edition. It describes in a rather humorous way how the Seals were floundering early in their second season, namely how they couldn’t draw flies to the Coliseum. While that situation never really changed over the course of their nine years in Oakland, the team somehow survived those early bumps to enjoy a little bit of success a few months later. You can read this week’s article here.
Anyway, hope you all have a great weekend! If you’re on the East Coast (or sort-of East Coast like me), take it easy on the roads tonight and tomorrow, and then try to hit the sledding hills with the kids and grandkids!
Until next time, stay gold!