In the darkness of midnight, boats from Bodega to Half Moon Bay loaded up their traps and headed out to sea as the opening of the local crab season has officially begun. What does this mean to you, dear reader? Massive amounts of cheap, live, local crab. SFist is so happy about this, we've written our first ever poem - in the inimitable style of boxing promoter extraordinaire Don King:

That most delicate of delicacies,
Most splendiferous of culinary splendors,
Don't mess with the rest,
Because there's only one best,
Sidesteppin' cross the ocean,
Ripe for a poachin',
The crab they call Dungeness.

Watch for its left, watch for its right,
Those hefty claws are outta sight!
Go out to dinner and ask-a,
If your crab's frozen Alaska,
And if it is, don't shout,
Just turn the mother out,
Or else Don King may smack ya!

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Ed. Note: We have no idea what Don King has to do with crab, but the thought of local live crabs from Sun Fat Seafood for $2.49/lb inspired us on this mission to the heights of erudition.