y friend Jeff called me at 6am yesterday to ask if I still I wanted to go to the SF Giants Fan Fest. My two-hour-slept self deliriously replied, “I’m down.” Next thing you know, we were on Caltrain to go to the city and every time that trained stop, more and more fellow black and orange fans a boarded the train.
The Fan Fest makes lines are like Disneyland lines times 10. Getting inside AT&T Park was a big enough accomplishment considering the line stretched down Embarcadero, nearly reaching the Ferry Building.
Although Jeff and I didn’t partake in the autograph hunt, it felt good to be back in the ballpark. The energy yesterday made me even more excited for the baseball season to start (especially after the NFL heartbreak).
Together, we are Giants.
P.s. Don’t all the pictures look like they’re from a Where’s Waldo book?