Went to the Giants game (baseball, not football) on Tuesday, our first night in San Francisco. The Giants were Alan's favorite baseball team when he was growing up in the Bronx, at least they were before they made the big move to California.
California baseball is a little different than New York baseball. The fans are passionate - they wear team colors, they cheer, they filled the stadium, but things were, well, just a little quieter, sedate in fact.
The first clue to me that things were a bit different was as I watched one of the vendors selling something from a large backpack with a spigot, which resembled an industrial size leaf blower. I assumed it was beer, but on his 5th or 6th pass by our seats, I realized that it was hot chocolate! It was a little chilly in the stadium, but hot chocolate? And he had a can of whipped in his pocket. A little different.
We had a really good time. Turns out we were seated in the middle of about 80 Arizona Diamondback fans, season ticket holders who had made the trip from Phoenix for the two-game series with the Giants. They were all wearing red jackets (Giants colors are orange). I assumed they were there as parents of the drum corps performing on the field before the game - they were wearing red, too. But the man sitting next to me pointed out the Diamondbacks warming up on the field, also wearing red. Once a band parent, always a band parent.
Just to our right was the Giants fan with the loudest voice in the stadium. He singlehandedly drowned out the 80 Arizona fans cheering after a good play by their team.
The stadium in beautiful - it overlooks the bay and the Oakland Bay Bridge. And people were just so friendly and nice - it was a little scary. And the Giants pulled it out at the end to win.
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