Close...oh how I love Marlon Wayans
When last your hero left you, the Giants we're headed to the World Series where they not only won, they fucking destroyed! Now I know I said that I was going to drink and party my ass off while potentially hugging random strangers but life didn't quite work out that way. As I made my way to a bar on the night of the first game I realized that I just - wasn't. feeling. it. I'm not quite sure what happened to all my enthusiasm but I just didn't have the party spirit - especially after it became brutally apparent that the Tigers weren't even putting up a fight. So I passively watched the game at home with Superfan Gangster Tom or at work with Superfan Boss. Although, to be fair I did watch Sergio Romo throw the final out at Tommy's Joynt with some random superfans and a very annoyed non-sports fan Crow who just wanted his fucking meatloaf dammit! I cheered, I hugged, I hi-fived and then I walked back to the Crow's nest in the Tenderloin while telling him of my adventures earlier in the evening at the Civic Center (luckily, he and I left minutes before the rioting).
Yeah, this shit...no wonder the rest of country hates us
After the smoke cleared, buses didn't have people riding on them anymore and the vomit was sprayed off of the street (except in the Tenderloin where that's just a normal Monday), was the Giants ticker-tape parade! Now THAT I was excited for - hanging out and cheering with Tone and the family. Yeah, it was going to rock, except...it turns out all these years of cultivating this evil persona were about to backfire. My office was empty on the day of the parade and yet, SOMEONE had to stay. It wasn't about to be my boss - she is a SUPERFAN and offered to pay me to wait overnight outside to get a good spot (it rained so I had to decline) so it came down to me...and another big Giants fan. A fan whose boyfriend managed to get the day off from his impossible job so they could enjoy the parade together. I heard this story and as she was ready to call her boyfriend to say she couldn't go I found myself saying "take my parade spot, I'll stay". I'm still not sure how I got that out through clenched teeth but there I was, the day before the parade telling Tone that I couldn't make it because I did a "nice thing". Luckily, Tone and Leanna understood because they're badass like that and I was able to go spend the early morning before the parade with them and Mainee so I could at least pretend I didn't miss it...again.
I feel like I should mention the parade was also on Halloween. Yeah...that's why I look like that.
So I watched it from the 20th floor, drank my Starfucks because I'm corporate like that with my coffee (suck it coffee snobs!) and felt the strange satisfaction of doing a "good thing". Since then we've all had to deal with election bullshit (I don't care about your politics and you damn sure don't care about mine), I'm swamped with homework (I did NOT think I'd ever be able to use that excuse again), and part of my favorite radio show gang is missing (come back Arnie!). So here I sit (not at Starfucks) - trying to catch up on my life, planning birthdays and football related mayhem. Someday soon I'll be back to random ghetto stories. In the meantime, I've put my Giants hat away for the season and am trying to find a Niners beanie...and a good cherry-almond muffin. Oh, and NOW I'm not doing anymore sports posts for awhile. :)
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