Previously Secret Information, Fathers Day Edition!
Sunday, June 17. 7Pm $15
A night of fetish blood sport photography gets more out of hand than just knives and latex.
"The Year I Won the Super Bowl"
At the end of the 1984 NFL season the Super Bowl came to the Bay Area for the first time, and only, time. Not only that, the 49ers were in the game. And not only that, but they won it all, the greatest event in American sports. As a sports columinst for the San Francisco Chronicle, I could not have been more full of myself. In fact, a case could be made that I was a little obnoxious. But the universe has a way of leveling things out and it did so with me.
"Murderous... or Metaphorical?"
She's teaching summer school because it pays well. But this year, Ericka's a perplexed professor in peril. Perhaps.
Ugh. At 43 I am single. Again. I decide to do the only things that amke sense; start working out, buy a juicer and make a list of all the girlfriends I ever had in my life to look for the reasons why those relationships didn't result in the happily ever after I seek. What results are recipes for smoothies, slightly larger biceps and a sinking realization that the one thing all those women had in common was me. Gulp. Time to get real.
"The Worst Soccer Team in England"
Beer, sweat, blood, eggs, pasties and finding the sublime faliure, direct frpm Cornwall, the UK's westernmost tip of civilization.