Oct. 31, 2014—I am standing in the rain at the corner of McAllister and Hyde in San Francisco surrounded by my people—that is to say, hundreds of thousands of Giants fans. We are watching an intrepid drunkard. He wears a floppy orange hat that is cleverly constructed to resemble a squid eating his head and clambering up a lamppost. He proceeds to bait a growing posse of cops in the street below. We find this infinitely amusing because we are cold, wet and bored.
