Lets Go....Giants?

Riots, Metallica, broken down buses, orange afro wigs - welcome to San Francisco when we head to a World Series. Don't get me wrong, as loud, obnoxious and drunk as I think Giants fans in this city are (I AM talking about my friends after all) - it's what is to be expected when your team does something unexpected like you know, GETTING THERE! So as much as it screws up my MUNI commute there's something rewarding about being in my professional clothes with my librarian-looking glasses as I go right up to some decked out fan, get right in his face and scream "fucking giants!!!!" It freaks them out so much more than it pisses me off to see them.

Mom, why is this nerdy librarian yelling at me?

Here's the thing - I'm not a huge baseball fan. I'll watch playoff games because they're interesting but my initial response to the Giants NLCS win was, "that's cool - at least my friends will be excited and the bars will be fun". So as a half-assed fan at most, who happens to have her:

• roommate (Tom, are you already waiting at the bar?)
• closest confidant (Charlie, it's ok, I'll buy you a shot...)
• his adorable girlfriend
• brother from another mother (Tone!)
• my adopted family (see Tone!)
• his lovely girlfriend
• The GPS crew - woo girls, I'm talking to you!
• cousins (hi Deirdre!)
• Dad
• Boss
• morning Starfucks crew
• regular train operator
• landlord
• awesome photographer and speech goddess friend
• favorite bartender
• and Project Management teacher

...who all happen to love the Giants - I. Support. Them. During the good times and the bad, I'm there for bro hugs, game analysis and potential bar fights. So like 70% of San Franciscans (fans or no), I will be sporting my Giants hat because this is the kind of shit that I moved here for! And while I may not be the biggest baseball fan you know, I'm the biggest San Francisco cheerleader I know. Now where in the hell is my rainbow afro wig and orange bell bottoms?