What A Weekend!

What a weekend! Well actually, what a week, filled with nothing but baseball, baseball, and more baseball.

Wednesday
The SF Giants held their second tweet-up of the year (for those of you who don’t know what that is, its a meet-up of G’s fans who are on Twitter). I went with Missy and Julie, a couple of my “OG” (original) Tweeps.

We had a little mixer before the game, then watched the G’s beat the D’backs in Section 140 (get it?).

Friday
All season long, a couple of my friends and I tried to find a game that the 3 of us could go to together. With all of our crazy schedules, it came down to Fri, Oct 1st. We knew it was the night of the Willie Mac Award presentation, but what we didn’t know was:

1. It was the 30th anniversary of the award, and a bunch of previous winners (and my favorites) would be back for it.
2. The G’s could clinch the NL West title that night

I got to the park early and watched the CSN Bay Area pregame show while waiting for the others to arrive. The first thing I saw was Greg Papa interviewing LHP Dave Dravecky. I get choked up every time I see Dravecky.

Inside the park, the vibe was electric. It felt like playoff baseball.

The crowd was really into it, and I had so much fun catching up with Kelly & V. Too bad we didn’t clinch that night. Oh well, we still had Saturday, right?

Saturday
For this game, I was meeting up with the “OG Tweeps” again.

Kristin showing her spirit!

I didn’t get home from the game until well after midnight on Friday, so by the time Saturday morning rolled around, I was really tired. I somehow made it to the park before the gates opened (but still much later than everyone else).

Lauren had gotten us Field Club passes so stood in the tunnel, outside of the players’ clubhouse to see the “action” going on down there. Mostly its players and coaches going in-between the clubhouse and the field, but two cool things happen this time:

1. We got to see Willie Mays ride up in his golf cart and enter the clubhouse. Just being in the man’s presence is pretty awesome.

2. I got to meet Don’s, from the infamous Spring Training haunt, “Don and Charlie’s” in Scottsdale. Its a favorite among the Giants organization, as well as mine. I’ve been going there for the past 16 years. Without a doubt, the best ribs I’ve ever tasted.

By the time the game started, it was roasting hot. I had to buy another Giants visor to add to the other 5 or so ones that I had left home. The game was not going our way but we got pumped up in the 9th inning when they started playing Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” and showed Steve Perry, himself a G’s fan, on the jumbotron waving his orange rally rag and rallying the troops.

Sadly, we lost again. When the game ended, I stood at my seat and started to cry. All we needed to do was win one game. ONE GAME. And so we had to wait for the final game of the series. Of the season.

I left the park utterly depressed, but had to hurry home to get ready for dinner. An old friend was in town; someone I hadn’t seen in 16 years! Steph lived across the hall from me when I lived in the dorms during college. A few years we reconnected on Facebook. She was in town for work and decided to stay the weekend so we met up for dinner at Joya in Palo Alto. I find it incredibly fascinating to see how the lives of people I knew from so long ago have evolved. We have a lot of things in common and it was so awesome to just chat and catch-up on what we’re up to these days. Steph, I hope you come back and visit soon!

When I got home from dinner, I was so tired, I went right to bed.

Sunday
I got up early again, but this time for the Bridge-to-Bridge 12K race. It was my second year running this race that starts at the Ferry Building in downtown San Francisco, runs along the Embarcadero, through Fort Mason and Crissy Field, to the base of the Golden Gate Bridge, and ends in the Presidio.

So this is what you should “not” do leading up to a race:

1. Not get enough sleep
2. Not eat 2 straight days of ballpark (aka fried) food
3. Not sit in the hot sun for hours

I woke up feeling the effects of all 3 (especially being in the sun). I was so ill-prepared for this race. I didn’t have my gear together, didn’t put together a playlist, didn’t plan how I was getting to the Start Line and most importantly, didn’t check the weather. I mean, after sitting in the sun the previous afternoon, I had just assumed it would be a nice sunny day.

I decided to drive up to the City. As I drove past Candlestick, raindrops started to fall on my windshield, and they got progressively heavier the closer I got to the City. By the time I actually got there, it was pouring. I was not prepared for this, and was very annoyed.

As I walked down Market Street to the Embarcadero, the rain stopped and it turned out to be a pretty perfect running day – cool and overcast, although a bit more humid than I liked.

Unlike the past few weeks, I actually felt pretty good going into the run. My goal was just to take things easy, no need to hurt myself anymore going into the Portland Marathon next week. I cruised along the first 2 miles pretty well, but then I hit the Fort Mason hill. I swear, that thing owns me. OWNS me. I have a mental block against it. I told myself that I was going to run the whole thing, but I ended up walking half of it.

I was pretty unfocused for the rest of the race, letting other people, the scenery, etc distract me. But I finished strong, in piece, and most importantly, not sore.

Missy caugh this pic of me at the Finish Line

After the race, Missy (who also ran the race, awesomely I might add) and I had lunch in the City, made a quick stop at Niketown, then I rushed home to watch the final game of the G’s vs Padres series.

Who woulda thunk that the post-season would come down to Game 162. It was a nail-biter. I watched the game, texting, Twittering, and IM’ing with all my fellow die-hards. The theme for Giants baseball this year has been “Giants Baseball: Torture!”, so I guess, it really had to come down to the last pitch of Game 162. And in the end, my Giants were victorious!

After 7 long, agonizing years, we are finally headed back to the post-season. I am so bummed that I’ll be in Portland (for the marathon) during the NLDS, but I’ll be watching every game, every pitch, every strikeout.

This has been such a fun Giants season that can only be summed up here.

The Magic number now stands at 11.

One Response to What A Weekend!

  1. Glenn Jones says:

    All this Giants talk and Giants pictures. My ears and eyes are bleeding! Help!

    I remember that hill from the SF Marathon. I agree – that’s a killer!

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