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The dark side of sports

I love sports. I do. I’m an AVID Seahawks fan (something my boyfriend thinks is kinda adorable to be honest) and I love baseball. I’m a big Red Sox fan and over the last five years have come to love and follow the San Francisco Giants as well.

The thing about sports is there are rivalries. And that’s what makes it awesome. The passion, the pride… it’s all good.

What’s not good though is when that stuff gets out of control.

Opening day was last Thursday. And one man who by all accounts is a really good guy, got beaten to the point he is in a coma and might have brain surgery for going to a baseball game to support his team.

Bryan Stow is a 42 year old paramedic, father of two and and a Giants fan. And he got beaten up for being a Giants fan leaving Dodgers stadium. That’s not cool. And what’s even more confounding, the Giants LOST the game. No need to be angry fools, your team WON.  What the hell is wrong with people?

Here’s the story from the sfgate.

Beaten Giants fan Bryan Stow in induced coma

Carolyn Jones, Chronicle Staff Writer
San Francisco Chronicle April 3, 2011 04:00 AM Copyright San Francisco Chronicle. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

Bryan Stow of Santa Cruz was critically injured after a Giants-Dodgers game in Los Angeles on Thursday.

Bryan Stow saved many lives as a Santa Clara County paramedic. Now, the life he’s fighting for is his own.

Stow, the San Francisco Giants fan who was severely beaten by Dodgers fans after an Opening Day game Thursday in Los Angeles, was in a medically induced coma Sunday as family, friends and doctors waited to see the extent of his brain injury.

A day earlier, doctors removed a portion of the Santa Cruz resident’s skull to reduce swelling.

“All he did was go to a baseball game,” said his friend and co-worker, paramedic Samantha Tennison, also of Santa Cruz. “It is such a loss. This doesn’t just affect him. It affects all the people who he won’t be able to care for.”

Also Sunday, leaders representing the two cities and teams released a joint statement intended to head off any further violence between rival fans.

“Root hard for your teams,” the statement said, “and do so with civility and common decency.”

Stow, 42, and two friends went to Dodger Stadium on Thursday night to cheer for the Giants, who lost 2-1. As Stow and his friends were leaving the stadium, Stow was taunted and attacked by two men wearing Dodgers gear, Los Angeles police said.

They punched Stow in the back of his head, and after he fell to the pavement, they kicked him for about 15 seconds – continuing even after Stow lost consciousness, police said.

Stow was in critical condition Sunday at Los Angeles County-USC Medical Center, a hospital spokeswoman said.

Police are continuing to search for the suspects, described as two Latino men in their 20s, Los Angeles police Officer Cleon Joseph said.

Meanwhile, Stow’s colleagues and friends are reeling from the incident. Stow, they said, is the last person who would engage in violence.

“We get called to a lot of fights, and he’s always the one to calm things down, get people laughing,” said Rebecca Mackowiak, an American Medical Response paramedic who worked with Stow for five years. “There is no doubt in my mind that if these guys were harassing him, he just walked away.”

Stow, a father of two, grew up in the Santa Cruz area and worked in paving before becoming a paramedic, friends said. Passionate about his work, he mentored dozens of trainees.

He has a great bedside manner, friends said, joking with patients and co-workers to relieve their stress.

“The little old ladies, he loved them,” Tennison said. “He’d flirt with them so they’d smile and blush. If they didn’t have chest pains when he showed up, they would after he left.”

But Stow’s favorite patients are the ones that cause many paramedics, firefighters and police officers to roll their eyes: homeless drunks with a tendency to overdial 911.

“He treated everyone with respect. A lot of these guys are Vietnam vets, and he’d love to hear their stories,” Mackowiak said. “He’d make them laugh, which is not something they have many chances to do.”

Stow is a Giants season ticket holder as well as a devoted Dallas Cowboys fan – “his one flaw,” Tennison said. He often travels to see the teams play on the road and had been to Dodger Stadium many times.

Donations to offset his medical costs can go to Commonwealth Central Credit Union, account No. 118881, P.O. Box 641690, San Jose CA 95164-1690.

Online resource

Colleagues have set up a website for the public to follow Bryan Stow’s progress: support4stow.blogspot.com.

Read more: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2011/04/03/BA5H1IP8ID.DTL#ixzz1IZKR8vUp


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As you may know my Red Sox took their ball and went home awhile ago. My back up team over the years has evolved into being the San Francisco Giants, and tonight they could clinch and go to the World Series.

My ex is a HUGE Giants fan. He probably loves Giants baseball more than anything on the planet. As much as we’re not talking right now and as much as I think we both hurt each other over the past year or so, I know he’s had a really hard year in 2010. This would be a huge deal to him, and I’d like to see it happen for him.
And for the rest of the fans out there. It’s pretty neat to go to a sports bar here and see so many Giants fans totally freaking out. I sort of picked up the team from watching countless games with my ex and last year I took him to AT&T park to see a game and man it’s a bad ass ball park. I’d love to go back again in the future, especially when I have more time to hang around the city, etc.

View from our seats

I was so freakin’ fat last year, why didn’t anyone tell me? It was also incredibly humid that day.

Irish Heritage night!

Beer! I still have those cups.

The gates of the park.
Then of course there is the man, Brian Wilson, who’s number I’m wearing today:

This is of course without the weird beard.

Serious face.

This is the sign of a good game.
I don’t know why, but this guy cracks me up and I love watching his interviews. He never does anything he’s supposed to and he throws a baseball like he’s shooting a bullet out of a gun. Love him. Seriously. Hate away, I love this guy.
Anyway after work I’m debating going somewhere to watch the game, because if they win tonight, I don’t want to be home alone celebrating with the cat. She wouldn’t be into it, the cat is a Red Sox fan.

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Who Dat Nation!

Yeah, I blog a lot about the Seattle Seahawks, who are my team of choice. But in my family we also keep the Saints as our back up team. I mean hello, one of the guys playing for them has the same name as my dad. I have a lot of other personal reasons for giving the Saints mad love and respect. Drew Brees is a class act all the way around and I can’t think of a quarterback I would have liked to see in a superbowl as much as my own, that isn’t him. Also I’m just a little in love with Scott Fujita, politically. Seriously, he’s almost the perfect man.
But there is more to it than all that.
When Hurricane Katrina happened I was home visiting my folks and I remember watching the storm start and my heart just sinking. It looked so flipping awful and I do have a handful of friends back there. I spent the next few weeks watching that city get first destroyed and then get redestroyed by shoddy relief efforts. I cried watching these images on television of Americans suffering in their own country and watching the people who were supposed to protect them, ignore them. I mean really, four days to get relief down there? Stupid. Short sighted. Wrong. Those are the gentlest words I can use.
About two years ago I saw the show No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain and he did a New Orleans episode and even still things down there aren’t fixed completely. And it stirred up the same anger and sadness in me that watching the initial hurricane did.
It seems silly, especially if you don’t follow sports how much the Saints mean to these people, especially this year. But it means everything to a lot of them. A good friend of mine is a huge Saints fan and he has family in Louisiana and is still angry, obviously, about how Katrina was handled. Yesterday was probably one of the happiest days he’s had in a long time. He was on the phone with his family off and on through the game and it was pretty touching. Hell, I remember watching them reopen the Superdome a few years ago and just bawling, because the people there were so excited to have it back.
We partied. We had a blast. We cheered for the Saints. I cheered for an entire city of people who got hosed by Mother Nature a few years ago. I thought of you Louisiana. I thought of the people there.
And yeah, we drank a lot of beer too. There was that.


keeping my new years resolution project 365

A few weeks ago I posted about trying to do Project 365 this year, a project where you take a picture each day of the year and post them either once a day or once a week. With the holiday weekend being so full of party, etc, I was afraid I’d already blown it, but the truth is, its just in my nature to take a picture daily. I have actually taken at least one every day this year (save for today) so I’m going to try to keep it going. In the mean time, here’s what I shot so far this year.

January 1st: DJ Sol at Mo/Tav. Funny thing about this picture? It was at about 11am.

January 2nd: My BFF Megan in the basement of Creekside, wearing a friend’s hat and being truly thug life.

January 3rd: At Mr. Rick’s after watching the Seahawks lose at football. This is Big Dave, my neighbor, and Justin, one of the guys who works at Rick’s, who I adore, downing Pacificos on a Sunday afternoon.

Did you make any New Year’s Resolutions?

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