After all the hype and after all the expectations, we have to admit the steroid report was pretty much a yawner. We wanted names, damnit, lots and lots of names. Juicy names. Big names. Super Colossus Names. Instead we got Gregg Zaun. Bo-ring. The list was mainly a bunch of journeymen and never-were's from the 90's and who cares about them? Wasn't this whole thing about nailing the big boys?
Steriods: Thinking Globally, Acting Locally
SFist Whines & Dines: Cama
We love San Francisco and we love animals and we love seeing the bad guys get caught. Now we can see all three things at once in Animal Cops San Francisco on the Animal Planet Channel. We only hope these brave souls are not so busy enforcing the new pit bull laws that they don’t have time to crack down on bars that discriminate against dogs.
SFist Gets Stuffed: Real Meals Under Ten Bucks
We live in the Mission, which is pretty much ground zero for cheap eats. If the terrorists/communists/homosexuals/bloggers/what-have-you wanted to imperil the ability for the cash-poor and culture-rich to feed and reproduce, we figure they'd place their suitcase nuke at approximately 20th and Folsom. Because if you go half a mile from there in any direction and you will be able to stuff yourself for much less than ten dollars.
The President Has Some Balls
Hey, looks like it runs in the administration! Sister-site DCist is at ground zero for the inauguration festivities. Take a moment to peruse their special inauguration coverage -- including a bit that a little birdie forwarded them from local blogger Scaramouche. Mike Grass, DCist co-editor, points up their local access:

