did not get a chance to watch..

the Yankee Twins game last night--La Flaca could not find it on its TV, although the bartender tried hard to find it Strange. Left the place feeling down and a little cheated. Did I want a beer somewhere else? Somewhat tired, but it was only around 9---did not want to return to the apartment (newly cleaned, I might add) so soon. Went to the Delancey Street F and took it to its third stop in Brooklyn, Bergen Street. The idea was to walk south on Smith, until at least the next F station, Carroll Street. And that is what I did, first checking out local 621, the bar on Bergen---but decided not to go in. Thus the journey south on Smith began.
  Smith street was fairly empty---a few couples walking to their houses, and some small groups. Walking on it was almost surreal--a dream like quality---not sure what the street stood for. The area has been highly gentrified in the past 25 years, I remember being a regular at a bar on Court near Atlantic, when Smith street between those two stations was considered a wasteland. Passed about eight bars on my journey, including one right by the Carroll Street station. For some reason, I hesitated to enter--why? It's hard to go into a bar where no one knows you, unless the bar already has a certain resonance for you. Thought of a few bars a few blocks away, but did not want to go off Smith Street. Finally re-entered he subway at Carroll and returned home---grabbed a tasty ice cream at the local grocery store--decided not to go into any bar on 72nd street. Thus ended my night.
  Today there is a protest in Brooklyn this evening that I will attend. It will be over in time for me to watch some of the very important Yankee Red Sox game--not sure where I will go. That is all for now.