Tonight, She Breaths Her Last Breath (unless a whole bunch of weird sh!t happens)
As we conclude our week long good bye to Candlestick, there really isn’t any more to say. Play the game, close the doors. I’m not going to the game. After I found out that there will be a free fan-day before they blow that bitch up I decided that makes more sense for me. I didn’t really care much about going to the Niner game anyway and getting to and leaving the ‘Stick is a major pain.
But here is my Flap Promise to all of you. Should I hit the lotto between now and the day they implode her, I vow to pay whatever the corporate cost is to have a private Flap party right down on the field. It will be a bbq and it will be an evening event. Attire is semi-formal. All Flappers will be invited and if you live out of the area I’ll fly you in on my new, lotto-infused dime.
But just to keep it old school, your ticket into the party is contingent on you BYOB
Mid Field, in all it’s glory:
My buddy is at the game and he just facebooked this photo from his seats: