Deep in center field of the men's residence hall, your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearn to catch a glimpse of Monday Night Football.
Baseball isn't usually a hit among our homeless. At least not the vocal ones. Come TV time at San Francisco's largest homeless shelter, majority rules -- and majority tends to have a loud voice and large, bulging presence. For last year's Super Bowl, 50 shelter guests cheered on The City That Care Forgot. Even soccer drew 100 homeless to the World Cup, rooting for Sam's Army while taking advantage of a brief respite from regulations that, but for the grace of patriotism, require their exit by 7am sharp.
Giants baseball?
"Too slow," I've been told. "Not enough injuries." "Only 14 minutes of action in three hours -- no thanks."
That was two months ago. The Giants have since earned their first playoff berth in seven years. Now, the shelter is hooked. If you poked your head inside 5th & Bryant recently you might think Halloween arrived a month early, given all the orange and black. "Pop that, Posey!" a fan yelled as new local legend Buster Posey fired off a 7th-inning, playoff-insuring homerun.