The Giant's Game
On Tuesday my little brother managed to get tickets from my uncles to a Giant's game. This was my first professional baseball game. So my sister, my brother, his girlfriend, and I all piled in the station wagon and left for San Francisco. We stopped off in Livermore to get wings at Wing Stop and they had no wings!!! It's a WING stop! How do you not have wings? So we went to Chili's instead. The food and the company was great, even if our waiter was mediocre. As we got into San Francisco I belatedly realized how chilly the weather is there. As per usual I took photos from the car. This is AT&T park as seen from the bridge.
We got to the park just as they were calling out the Giant's line up.
We had really good seats at the game.
I'm not sure who is up to bat here. I think it may have been my favorite guy, Pablo Sandoval; for a big guy he can really move around the field. I was surprised
It wasn't very crowded in the park and I totally loved it. I hate being wall to wall with people I don't know.
I think the seventh inning stretch is a total necessity. It was freezing and I was so transfixed that I didn't get up and stretch. Those that know me, know that I cannot sit still for long periods of time. If I go again I'm going to convince somebody to dance wildly with me so we can get on the Jumbotron! Wouldn't that be awesome?
Overall, the game was great. It was like a sit down dinner with entertainment. If I had known all the food was going to be that close I would have said let's skip dinner and eat there. It's kind of like Medieval Times but more convenient. I was terrified that the ball would hit us though. I never realized that baseballs went into the crowd that often. They probably hit about twenty balls into the stands. During one trip to the bathroom a ball flew into the stands 5 rows in front of us. If I had been there it would have hit me! I know it!