I can hardly believe the weekend is almost over. The Sunday night dread is already setting in. After being mentally drained from a hard week, I meant to take it easy on Friday night...you know, get some takeout, watch the Giants game. But there is no such thing as "easy" for Giants fans; its more like "torture", especially when the Red Sox and their fan base are in town and Brian Wilson is pitching in the 9th inning. Needless to say the end of that game had me so amped up, I couldn't sleep.
I woke up extra tired on Saturday and lounged around until I realized that it was going to be a hot day, and I'd better get moving if I was going to get 8-miles. I scarfed down some breakfast and then headed out the door. I soon realized that:
1. I had dressed too warm (that's what happens when you live on the water and its cooler than anywhere else) 2. I didn't give myself enough time to digest breakfast.
I was queasy the entire time. So not fun, but at least I got it done.
As soon as I was done running I rushed home to get cleaned up and then headed up to the City for the second ballgame of the series. Because of dynamic pricing, the tickets for this series were really expensive, so we were really lucky to get our tickets from Lauren. We had an extra one so I invited Kerry to join us. We've been talking about meeting up for a ballgame and it worked out perfectly!
We knew there'd be a lot of opposing fans and I wasn't sure how I would handle it. As the park gates opened we met a very nice family visiting from Boston. We gave them some pointers about where things were in the park, what to check out, tidbits about different players, etc. They were so nice and pleasant. If only the rest of them were the same way.
Despite amazing San Francisco weather and a ceremony featuring a bunch of Giants Hall-of-Famers...
...the rest of the night was a bummer. I'm not sure if I should've been annoyed with the season ticket holders who sold their tickets, the annoying Red Sux fans (not a typo), or the pathetic offense. Probably all of the above. Gah! But at least I had a great time, as always, with my fellow die-hards.
This morning I dragged myself to the pool for the first time in 2 weeks. I had it all to myself up until the last 10 minutes. It was awesome! I wish I was that lucky every time I went to the pool.
I spent the rest of the day puttering around the house while watching another pathetic loss. I swear, I get so emotionally caught up in this team that I literally make myself sick. Oh and guess what, its only going to get worse because this week the rivalry is renewed...