Sharks Gameday: The one you totally screwed up

We run into Daniel Winnik and his board shorts. We fucked it up, and he knows we fucked it up. It's really awkward.

By shampeon@shampeon Jan 9, 2016, 8:58am PST

The air smelled like rain, though the pavement was dry. The evening sky looked like cement as the last bit of light from the west faded. A car horn was blaring a couple blocks away, but otherwise, the city was still. No real wind. Few people on the street. I turned the corner.

Then I stopped, and unwittingly moved my head back a few inches, like an exaggeration of surprise. It was Daniel.