Some interesting things happened this weekend in the NFL. The Pittsburgh Steelers (a team I really don't like because they beat the Seahawks in the Superbowl a few years back, in a game that really only ended up the way it did because some ref must have gotten paid a mighty sum), played the San Diego Chargers. It is the only game in NFL history to end with a score of 11 to 10. Really, ever.
The Philadelphia Eagles played the Cincinnati Bengals, with their game ending in a tie, which hasn't happened since 2002. This is the Eagles fourth game tie since 1974.
The rest of my weekend was spent in the Eastbay. A few hours at the most, oh shall I say, non traditional Farmers Market I have ever been too. It felt like I was in another country. Or just in the Mission on a particularly busy sunny day. Except the store's of one dollar package of socks and stolen radio's isn't limited to just one street. It's an entire parking lot. Really, it was like an enormous Garage sale, with stands of corn on a stick, and icees. It was an experience to say the least, and well worth the five dollar sun glasses I bought.
As we were leaving the Market a guy walked pass us. In his hand he had a rope. The rope was connected to a milk crate. Inside the milk rate was a child, about three years old. The guy, I presume the dad, was dragging the kid around in the crate, through the parking lot, over speed bumps, and around cars. It was quite possibly the funniest thing I have seen in a long time. - sorry, no photo.