Here's todays sports news...

Via Say Hey, here's the video for the Kanye West song "Barry Bonds." The video seems more about Kanye's ginormous ego than Barry's ginormous head, but what else would you expect?...

Courtesy of the always on top of it, Say Hey Sports Blog, here's some video footage of somebody who had probably way too many beers, a few cops who had way too little things to do, and a bunch of fans who were having too much fun.......

Hey Giants fans, hate the Dodgers? Like, really, really, really hate the Dodgers? Wanna have some snarky yet juvenile fun at their expense? Hell, what else can you do considering they're in first place (or, well, were) and have won eleven straight at the Phonebooth. Do we have a contest for you! ...

It's not enough that the Dodgers seem to win at will in our house, but Dodger fans are starting to get a little cocky too. Memo to Dodger fans: this is our house-- if you want to beat the stuffing out of us in baseball go ahead, we don't care anymore. But just don't go messing with Lou Seal....

The Say Hey Kid gives his blue Sharpie a well-deserved rest after graciously providing his autograph to a throng of longtime admirers. The aging movie theater behind him will soon be a construction site. Who did we see today next to the old Coronet Theatre on Geary today but Willie Howard Mays Jr. He was the star of the program kicking off construction of the residential project for seniors sponsored by the Institute on Aging......

This SFister is not what folks call a "hardcore" Giants fan. We do not have season tickets, we don't really know the names of anyone on the team other than Barry Bonds (though we might recognize some of them if you read them out loud), we have no opinion about the designated hitter rule, and when we go to a game (usually for some tourist- or corporate perk-related reason), we annoy everyone around us by getting up at inopportune times, chatting throughout crucial plays, and constantly asking, "why's he doing that?" Which is why we're so into Andrew Morbitzer! Morbitzer is the guy who got up on Sunday right before Barry was up to bat and was waiting in line for peanuts (after they ran out of BBQ at the Say Hey Sausage stand) when he heard a loud roar from the crowd, looked up, and a ball fell into his hands. He then got whisked away by security, before he even had a chance to pick up his order (two beers, a BBQ sandwich, and peanuts), as his wife was wondering what the heck was taking him so long. Morbitzer paid $17 for bleacher tickets, and had the presence of mind to say that Sunday was the second best day of his life, after his wedding last year. Hail to the casual baseball fan and how he for once finally comes out on top! ...

Summertime of Poverty pens a lyrical reflection on the modern world, but the title says it all. On that note, Ron Gonzalez gives a final state-of-San Jose speech, and San Jose Inside readers take the opportunity to lament his tenure. Up north, Michelle Slatalla plays with new real estate tool Zillow, but while intrigued, is not impressed by the inaccurate data. Kim Knox at Left in SF goes over the details of Arlene Ackerman's......

Monster Cable has closed the deal on Candlestick Park's naming rights, an SFist exclusive....