![]() If you look west across the water you can see Kronborg Castle, for ever immortalised as Elsinore, the setting for Shakespeare’s Hamlet. While queues can be dauntingly long, this is the attraction that should not be missed.īack on the ship, we set sail for Hamburg to discover how the Beatles learned their trade in the early 1960s at the Indra, Star and Kaiserkeller clubs in the German city’s infamous Reeperbahn district.Īmid all the vice, drugs and gigging, the fledgling band released their first single My Bonnie with singer Tony Sheridan, which was recorded during the group’s time at Hamburg’s Top Ten club. Inside the famous Van Gogh museum, we saw everything from his tentative early work through his colourful sunflower phase, to the more disturbing late paintings when the great Dutchman was gripped by madness. Our first port of call had been Amsterdam, where we transferred to a smaller boat to explore the city’s beguiling canals. It has counted former US presidents Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan among its membership as well as members of the Danish royal family.Īs we sail away from this picturesque place we console ourselves with a massage in the spa, just one of the many treatments available. This eccentric club was founded in the WWII German occupation as a hotbed of Danish resistance. How totally perfect.Such is the esteem with which the mighty Magellan is held in this city, we were inducted into the Christian IV’s Guild in Duus’ Wine-cellar in town and handed a key to the back door to keep for ever. So everybody, as it turned out, had something to be happy about from the two games, as we left the park and experienced our first gnarly ass Candlestick traffic jam. But then that bastard Mays hit two homers, including a grand slam, and the Giants won 8-6. Eddie and Hank each homered again, god bless 'em, and I thought I was in Fat City. The Saturday game was in the afternoon, and it was sunny and gorgeous. The Braves won, 5-4, as both Eddie Mathews and Hank Aaron, my fave players, homered. The first game was on a Friday night, and it was classic Candlestick-foggy and colder than a welldigger's ass. Mom, in her eternal feminine goddess wisdom, didn't really give a poop. My first big league games ever, back in '62, when dad took the family to see two games between my team, the Braves (then of Milwaukee), and the Giants, who my brother and dad loved. ![]() I still love the memory of that phone call to my old man after that game. game, where my wideout Anthony Carter caught 10 passes for 224 yards and burned the Niners all damned day. So we rolled in there and shocked Walsh's Weiners by a score of 36-24. Everybody pretty much figured the Purple People were just fodder upon which the Niners would chomp and snack. 9, 1988, when the 8-7 Vikes rolled into Candlestick for a semi-final playoff battle against the mighty 49ers of Joe Montana and Steve Young. But I have no problem naming my fave game at the Stick, being a lifelong Viking fan. That's cuz they're all a bunch of no good flatdick homers. My favorite football memory of Candlestick is one that I'm sure not a single writer for the Chronicle or Examiner has mentioned. And it will remain so until it gets blown up sometime early next year. That makes it, arguably, the best named football stadium in the USA. For the rest of its six years, the place would be known once again as Candlestick Park. After the naming rights to Candlestick had been sold to 3 Com in '95, and then to Monster Cable Company in '04, righteous Friscans had had enough of 3 Com Park and Monster Park, and voted to forbid the city from ever selling the name of their beloved dump to any other corporate sponsor. I'd like to jump on this dog pile, too.įirst, major kudos to the usually groovy citizens of San Francisco, who in 2008 did something that not many cities, if any, have ever done. ![]() ![]() Many are indulging in their memories of The Stick this week, as it hosted on Monday night what is very probably the last game to ever be played there. The great Candlestick Park of San Francisco. One of the more colorful, maligned, iconic, and idiosyncratic sports spots in America has very likely hosted its last ball game. ![]()
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