But don't take our word for it: On certain evenings, as lulls of conversation rise from groups of shadowy friends, the brackish air is ripe with the smell of smoke, both marine-grade and more organic.

We were the guys sitting under the stands smoking a doobie, wondering what we were doing there.” Another common belief is that 420 was the California police or penal code for marijuana ...

At that point we were still playing locally. We had a guy in the house who said, “Why don’t you call yourself the Doobie Brothers because you’re always smoking.” Everybody looked at each other and ...