10 Days & Nights
As I mentioned previously, Giants baseball is a huge passion of mine. I couldn't just make one game; a second was a must. Fortunately for me, my dad scored some tickets for Friday night's game through a work-related fundraising event. The event consisted of a charity lunch in the afternoon, followed by a Giants game in the evening.
When I awoke in the morning, I looked forward to a sober day. I assumed a day with my father would be an easy way to avoid drinking. It would be easy: go to lunch/dinner, catch a game in the evening, and get an early night at my dad's house. The plan failed at step one, as the charity lunch included an open bar. This made it too easy to drink, or, shall I say, too hard not to drink. And what I managed to forget, was that my dad likes to drink, and this only compounded the problem. So, as it turned out, day four saw more alcohol consumption.
Anyway, on with the story. I wasn't as lucky with the weather as I was at the first game. The sky was grey and the clouds were dumping. It was real wet. I was positive the game would be called. However, about 30 minutes prior to the first pitch, the rain stopped. My dad and I walked to the park in hopes we'd be able to see the Giants beat the Braves again. When we got there, the tarp was still on the field. The grounds crew were prepping the field and getting ready to take the tarp off, though, so we decided to wait out the delay. When the game finally started, it was one hour and 45 minutes past the scheduled first pitch. After an uneventful first four innings, my dad decided to go home. Apparently he was tired, cold, and not too interested in hanging out at the park past 10:30 PM. Lucky for me, I ran into Matt and Mara, who live close to my dad. They said they would give me a ride home if I wanted to stay. "Perfect," I said, and stayed I did.
The game got interesting quick. The Giants came from behind and took the lead in the sixth inning. In the seventh, the Braves scored seven times before making an out. Giants fans were outraged. At one point, a group of Braves fan, who apparently thought they were tough, started talking shit to some Giants fan. This did not sit well with the proud Giants fans. Before too long, punches were being thrown and the cops showed up. It was a good distraction from the pitiful performance on the field. It was pretty entertaining. Not only did the Braves fans get beat up (not that I'm condoning fighting), but they were kicked out for inciting violence.
Despite the Giants losing, it was still good to get out to the ballpark. The weather sucked, and the game itself turned out poorly, but I still had fun.
The best part of the night, though, was that I was going to be sleeping in a bed. For the last few nights I've been sleeping on Tony's hardwood floor, amongst cat poop, beer puddles, and food crumbs. Sleeping in a bed would be comfort beyond all that I knew in a while.