Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The Autumn of Love

I have to write about the Giants lovefest that may have permanently taken over The City. Really, I have to because Tabitha's making me. She gave me an orientation when I stayed with her last weekend. I tried to talk her into writing about it because I'm a baseball outsider, who happens to be from a family with three generations of Dodger fans. I may not give it the tender understanding it deserves.



I referred to the Baseball Finals when I was talking to my dad the other day, so obviously I know nothing about baseball. But I was still entertained by the Giants talk show Tabitha was listening to in the car on Saturday. By the euphoric tone of the callers, I thought it must be a rebroadcast. But no, it was a full five days after the World Series had been won. And did you hear about that victory parade? It was the best parade that ever happened in the history of parades, filled with the bromantic cries of "I love you guys!" One awed caller recalled complimenting Pat Burrell on his beer during the parade. Burrell threw the beer at him, which he nervously caught one-handed. When Burrell ordered him to slam it, he didn't have to ask twice. The sound in the fan's voice convinced me he wasn't exaggerating when he summed up the parade in one word: orgasmic.



Of course, I can totally appreciate the story of the underdog team with no superstars who won it all. Tabitha described how her fiance's friends, who grew up playing Little League together in the Bay Area, screamed and did those brutalizing sports fan hugs when the Giants won the series; Tabitha even sustained a hug-related injury. Later, my dad translated for me, "Imagine watching the Lakers as long as you have, but they just won their first championship." OK, I think I get it.



But did you know that God was a Giants fan? During Game 2, the game Tabitha was able to attend, it was just before the first pitch, and the clouds parted and sunbeams bathed the players in holy light - but only the Giants, not those other guys. The sky remained strangely beautiful as the Giants accepted their ordained 9-0 victory. The night of the championship game in Texas, God turned the sky orange and black in San Francisco, just after sunset. I heard it on the Giants talk show.



I have to admit, I was feeling the love, which is why I might have "accidentally" packed Tabitha's favorite shirt. (I promise I'll send it back soon!) Check this out.



9 comments:

  1. There's one of those Dodger fans right now.

    OJ, for your own protection, I would take it back. I'm not even talking about the Giants fans because they're too happy to hurt anyone. I'm talking about G-O-D.

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  2. If OJ's definition of sucks is WORLD SERIES CHAMPIONS, then we really sucked the big one. Dodgers are doomed by a divorce! Laughing stock of baseball.....Ohhhhh!!!!

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  3. But don't the Dodgers have at least five of those World Series Champion titles? And I'm sure Giants fans haven't totally forgotten what it's like to have an off year, have they?

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  4. Actually the Dodgers have 6 World Championships and the Giants now have 6 as well. But the last time the Dodgers won was 22 years ago....ouch! We have baseball and you guys have basketball, I'll give ya that.

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  5. What is LA's football team again?

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  6. LA's football team is the Playa Haters, duh. Sorry, I don't care about football and I'm so bored with the generic I-hate-LA sentiment. It's a big place with lots of different types of people, food, music and culture . . . and it totally rocks. Deal with it.

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  7. Why don't you live there if it is so rock'in? LA is a skid mark...

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