Giants win the World Series! The Bay Area collectively screams and jumps off the couch, high fives, lays on the horn, yells out the window, hugs a sweaty stranger (also, blocks traffic, burns a mattress or two, climbs on a firetruck). We are very proud...
rapt!
(Tim Lincecum) Here in SF we have Baseball Fever, and are giddy about the prospect of the World Series. People are wearing Giants (mostly) hats/shirts/jerseys/sweatshirts over their business casual in the Financial District. You can look over almost anyone's shoulder on public transportation to check out scores and stats on various MLB/espn apps. And waiting for the bus home yesterday, my fellow commuters and I could tell when the Giants were doing well by the cheers and applause ringing out down the street from neighborhood watering holes.
Bars and restaurants seemed to be packed for viewing of last night's Game One, with passers-by stopping to catch a few minutes through open doors and windows, and I expect it will be the same tonight for Game Two. Go Gigantes!
my new morning regimen
Here on the west coast the early World Cup games begin at 7am. As a result, you might find yourself touring some of the city's fine watering holes before work, drinking bad coffee, and making new friends.
(Yes, true, they do have tvs showing the early games at the gym. And there are guys wearing headbands there too.)
the other cup...
Take a break from the World Cup and check out these photos of yesterday's ticker-tape homecoming parade for the Chicago Blackhawks, this year's Stanley Cup winners. (Thanks to our peoples Elizabeth and Beek in the Windy City.)
