Oh man.
Every time you doubt Phish, like when you really, really stare at yourself in the mirror and think "what am I doing?" It seems like when that thought enters my head is when they always turn around and crush it.
It was a magical night in the city. Listen to the MOMA when the crowd just erupts when news of the game 7 victory comes through. Of all the sets, night two set 1 was the best. Night one second set was a close second. All in all, what a huge day...amidst some pretty negative reports from Santa Barbara. The Giants end the regular season on a slide. Phish plays the definitive first set of the tour. Giants eat it. Phish comes back and plays a thoroughly entertaining set, if not as wicked and downright emotional as some of their previous sets. Bravo, Phish! Bravo!
Halloween is going to be...let's just say in a very practical way I'm glad I'm not going. I lost my Sanity in SF.