Thank you all so, so, so much for your well-wishes, congratulations, and happy comments on my last post. I was moved to tears by your warmth and savored every last comment! I'm so happy to be sharing this new and exciting stage of my life with you all!
So, right before I shared the major news, I gushed a little bit about my San Francisco Giants. Well, this Monday, they won the World Series. I still can hardly believe it. As I've talked about before, the Giants have been in San Francisco since 1958, and have not only never won the championship, but had only ever gone three times before this year. And they did it. The stars aligned and the band of cast-offs and misfits won the first World Series victory ever in San Francisco. I am not ashamed to admit that I got a little emotional when it happened.
The entire city of San Francisco erupted when the final out was made to clinch the series and, honestly, I didn't know there were so many fans within city limits. It seems like in San Francisco everyone is from somewhere else and holds loyalty to their hometown teams. Most of the "serious" Giants fans I know are from my hometown, two hours away. So it's been really neat seeing the city awash in orange and black. I don't even care if half of them are new fans, bandwagoners, fairweather. It's just fun to have something to celebrate together.
Wednesday morning, we went to the celebratory parade being held downtown. They followed the same route as the last time such a parade was held, back in 1958 when the Giants first came to town.
Just getting there was crazy...
And there were a million people there (truly!), some climbing on things, which seemed dangerous given the amount of alcohol being consumed around us (as well as the Prop 19 support)...
But we were very excited to be there.
(The baby came, too.)
Unfortunately, most of the photos I took of the players going by in their motorized cable cars look like this:
But I did see most of my favorites, as well as a whole lot of Giants staff, who all looked really, really happy. And confetti rained from the sky!
If the baby ends up a baseball fan (no pressure, baby), I can't wait to tell him about all of this and how he would somersault around during all the stressful parts of the post-season games and kick me when Neill and I cheered. And who knows? The Giants' luck seems to have turned, their curse broken, and with their pitching staff geared to be excellent for some time to come, they may actually win one in his lifetime, too.