In a Western Place

As you may or may not know, the Olympic torch will be making it's only stop in the US tomorrow er today, right here in San Francisco. In many ways I'm excited, but I'm also feeling a tad nervous. Nervous, because of this:

Highlighted in red is the Olympic torch route and Highlighted in blue is my morning commute to work (location indicated by the asterisk). Traffic hullabaloo! Despite that, I'm still excited about possible seeing the big-stick-o-flame even though I haven't made an attempt to watch the Olympics since 1984 (when that Mary Lou Retton was all the rage). I honestly think my anticipation stems from all of the controversy... like how originally the torch was supposed to pass through Chinatown but the city nixed the idea because the streets are too narrow. Too narrow, who are they kidding!? Doesn't matter, those folks will be hopping on the #30 bus and it's going be mayhem, mayhem on top of the recent events in London, Paris and on our very own Golden Gate bridge. I think that my best option is to wake up earlier (groan), forgo the public transportation, then hike up up up (and down down down) to work via Powell street. I'll let you know how it all goes (with pictures, of course).

As for my opinion on the whole Beijing hosting the Olympics thing: dude, sports* How about you?

* err, no comment.