Friday morning…. What a Friday morning! Sunrise just hinting about the upcoming absolutely unbelievable San Diego day about to emerge. I jumped on my bike and routed myself down Cardiff’s PCH… the view was stunning. La Jolla looked like it was just a mile away… the Coronados were clear on the horizon, and ocean was glassy.
As I pulled into Pipe’s for my morning espresso, the eastern sky was slowly making its predawn change… the bluest of blue was in its way…
I tried to think about what I could do today in this town that the Associated Press called the “worst sports town in America.”
Let’s see, in no particular order and without much thought I could… mountain bike, street ride or cruise the sand. Or beach walk, walk the stairs, fly the Torrey cliffs, birdwatch, stand up paddle or surf or both… swim, snorkel, chase lobster, sail, row, or skydive. I could skate in a park or the new Olympic training ground, or down the street, or walk my neighborhood. I could play golf or executive golf or fly a kite or drone, or maybe go for a sail. I could go for a hike around the lagoon, or the desert or about anywhere in between. Or maybe a yoga session or a visit to the Swami’s park to meet and greet our street drummers, or how about heading to Borrego and try to spot some goats or sheep, or check out the foliage? We could ride our dirt bikes or cruise the amazing mountain roads. Or maybe get in a old guys’ hoops game at the Y… or maybe a little pick-up soccer at the park... or play a little tennis and our really good local courts?
Or maybe, just chill and think about what a great place San Diego is to live. Does an NFL franchise define a great city? Not for me, and a couple of million other San Diegans happily making a healthy and active life here in America’s Finest City!