I’ll admit before I begin that I don’t have a tremendous amount of connections to the Bay Area. A few of my friends live there, sure – but can’t everyone say that? I’ve developed a drinking buddy as a result of the area’s pro hockey team, as detailed in my post about San Jose’s demise in these NHL playoffs. One time, as I wrote on Larry Brown Sports, I went out there to visit a girl with the full intention of something physical happened; I think that might have died when we checked into a hotel and she said “separate beds.” Or perhaps it was six hours later, when she started making out with another guy at a bar we were at.