Yesterday, there was some sort of emergency Bay to Breakers Board of Supervisors meeting. The annual race of booze and public pissing -- which saw its rules get tighter this year after last year's race turned blotto, due largely in part to this innocent little SFist post -- was called into question.
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San Francisco Supervisor Ross Mirkarimi spoke to Matier & Ross about the new Bay to Breakers rules, telling them that "there is no reason to go this far ... Nudity and floats are part of the spirit of the race." (Does this mean we will get to see Mirkarimi unleashing his stuff come May? One can only hope so.) Mirkarimi district includes much of the B2B route. And while he's pro-nudity, Mirkarimi tells M&R that the booze ban is "probably here to stay." An anti-Bay 2 Breakers rally is scheduled to shake up the squares at City Hall on Thursday at noon 11:30 a.m.
Since more people have taken the time to air their disapproval (7000+ on one Facebook page alone, according to SFCitizen) of ING’s new rules for the Bay to Breakers race than have registered for the race itself, a rally at City Hall will take place on Thursday to add even more fuel to the fire. (God forbid SFist should tell you how to prioritize your battles, San Francisco. But, a rally to keep public pissing, nudity and drinking in a race? Really? Huh.) Citizens for the Preservation of Bay2Breakers will hold a press conference this Thursday at noon at City Hall. Not sure where Supervisor Ross Mirkarimi stands on this issue or if he plans of making an appearance at Thursday's rally. Word on the street is that he thinks ING went too far/overreacted to last year's problems.
Now that boozing, urinating, and nudity have been banned from the ING Bay to Breakers race, a run famous for boozing, urinating, and nudity -- seriously, we're sorry; this is partially our fault -- residents have sounded off on the B2B Fackbook page.
There's never a good time to visit the emergency room, but being forced to do so on the same day as Bay to Breakers would definitely be an even bigger bummer. We thought our fianceé Daniel Phifer would be avoiding the whole mess altogether when he ventured over to Berkeley on Sunday morning to engage in some very adult activities. Unfortunately, he returned to San Francisco a few hours later with a shattered wrist (he should've attended the Safety Day in March!) and a visit to the Kaiser emergency room that inconveniently coincided with the winding down of SF's annual drunken marathon—well, one of them, at least. Here's the account told last night through Daniel's itchy, Percocet-induced haze, as he awaits surgery in the morning (they're putting a high-tech plate in his wrist that will get him well on the road to recovery in a couple of weeks):
