Perhaps you've noticed the yellow signs slapped up on every other telephone pole, warning of imminent street closings for this Sunday's San Francisco Marathon? The route, in short: The party kicks off at the Embarcadero, snakes through the Marina to the Golden Gate Bridge, jettisons south onto Lincoln Boulevard, collides with Golden Gate Park, and ends just below the ballpark. MUNI clusterfuck guaranteed; see SFist for deets 'cause they track that stuff like bloodhounds.
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