There’s an Angels Appreciation Thread, so I figured, why not?
Just in case you’ve never met me, read my LiveJournal, chatted with me in #straightdope, or read my profile, I am the world’s biggest Giants fan. When I was a little kid, long before I understood the rules of the game, I loved it when my dad took me for an afternoon game at the 'Stick. Bright sunshine, green grass, cheering crowds, junk food. What fun! I hadn’t the faintest idea what was happening, so you can imagine how much I liked baseball once I did figure out the rules.
I was nine years old and in third grade. That was the first year I played softball. The games suddenly began to make sense, and nothing was better than riding in the car with the Hank Greenwald on the radio, describing the Giants win another game. The Giants won a lot that year - it was 1987 and they were the NL West champions, losing in the first round of the playoffs to the Cardinals. Oh, was my heart broken.
Two years later, the Giants went to the World Series and were swept in one of the least interesting postseason series ever. No one remembers that World Series for the baseball anyway, though. I was eleven that year.
I cried when the Giants were sold to investors in Tampa Bay, and whooped when the Major League nixed the deal. I couldn’t believe it when the new owners brought in Barry Bonds, and promised to build a new park.
I cried on the last day of the season in 1993.
I suffered through a thousand mediocre games, and not a few mediocre seasons.
I earned a Croix de Candlestick. I SHOULD have earned a Croix de PacBell for a Candlestick-ish night game last spring.
My boyfriend talked about getting me jewelry for my birthday this year (completely absurd!) but ended up getting me the present he knew I’d love best: tickets to a Giants game at PNC Park. Sure, we had to drive hundreds of miles to get to Pittsburgh, but I saw Barry hit homer #598! And the Pirates fans that had been booring five seconds before suddenly burst into cheers.
I could go on, but I won’t. Suffice to say: the emotion I feel for the Giants is probably not healthy for any person to feel for a sports team. I am so so sosososo so excited to see them in a World Series!
GO GIANTS!