On June 14, 2000, I was at the newly-opened Pac Bell Park with my sister, on her birthday. Did you know that place is like a big brick oven when it's that hot? Our seats were in the sun and we lasted less than an inning there. We kept taking seats in the shade until their owners claimed them. We finally gave up and went to the air conditioned bar and restaurant to watch the rest of the game. When I got home to my apartment at 3rd and Anza, there was the barest hint of a cool breeze from the ocean. The fog mercifully returned, I believe, late that night.