the joy, the sorrow

I'm still recovering from the 2025 World Series, maybe the most exciting ever. I loved every inning, I wanted the Jays to win. I would not have missed it for the world. Congrats to the damn Dodgers.

 “Baseball is but a game, glitter on dirt. It is three outs and four bases and nine innings (sometimes 18) and a bunch of millionaires grunting on your TV screen. It is a nice summer day, a hot dog and a few cold ones. It’s an expensive jersey that you didn’t need but bought anyway. And it is all, compared to the realities of life, completely trivial. It’s a beautiful distraction. Neither the actions nor the outcomes actually matter. In other words: It’s all only as important and as meaningful as it makes us feel. And on Saturday, this heavenly, cruel, perfectly imperfect sport sent any and all who interacted with World Series Game 7 through every emotion the human experience has to offer. Fans from Saskatchewan to Southern California, from Toronto to Tokyo, were held captive by the game’s wondrous, tortuous, addictive power. It was, in every way, the best baseball has to offer.” Game 7 took fans everywhere in an off-the-rails thrill ride.

~ Jake Mintz

Game One

 Blue Jays 11 ~ Dodgers 4. Lovely pomp and circumstance and the hahahahahaha ad featuring President Reagan to piss off tRump and his tariffs. I couldn't have enjoyed it more. 

belated birthday lunch

 Neighbor Heidi and I celebrated Gini's birthday yesterday with pizza, salad and Heidi's lemon cake. Granddaughter CC and her Zac joined us (they are going to a concert in Oakland) so that was some last minute fun. Then the World Series last night ~ oooooh, a Grand Salami. 

here we go again...

 I want dear Dusty Baker to finally get his World Series ring. I love the city of Philadelphia, but those fans can be a bit mean. All fans can, come to think about it. Fanatics. So it all begins tonight. Go Dusty!

who needs this now?

I feel sorry for the fans. Life is just too stressful currently to go through the playoffs and the World Series. But of course I watch and root for no one except Dusty Baker, without his smart ass Astros team. Well, maybe eventually I will give my valuable support to the Rays. Maybe. The Dodgers are the BEST team in baseball, except during the playoffs. Explain that, if you will.

game one

Hooray, the Gnats won last night. You know how much I dislike anything
Texas, so this World Series had a good beginning.

October blues

When I think of Texas I think of Rick Perry and small minds, so we
are hoping that the Dodgers win the World Series and then explode.
The Great Plotnik is a Great Dodger Fan, so this will be fun and
scary for him. Maybe LA will take the series in four and we can
all relax and watch Netflix again.

technology...and stuff

We love all the little World Series stories. The hefty man in the top photo
is handing over the keys to a big red 2015 truck to Mad Bum, the MVP.
Hefty Man was supposed to sing the praises of Chevrolet, but he was
so nervous and intimidated that he sort of mumbled and then just said
that the truck is filled with all kinds of technology and stuff. Then in
today's newspaper, we see that the Chevy Ad Dept. is able to have
a little fun and let's see some more corporate humor along the way, OK?

scenes from a celebration

BART did a great job with the crowds

I leaned on this security barrier

A fashion statement

It's always Halloween in SF

Not easy to see through her...

Back home at La Taqueria ~ still all Giants

Next year I'll hit Market Street for the World Series parade. But I was a
bit late for that, early (I thought) for the City Hall. Not so, thousands of
people ahead of me. Still, it was good to be there for people-watching
and smoke-inhaling, even though I don't care much for crowds. I'm glad
I went, just to soak up the atmosphere and think back to the days at
Candlestick when we'd be part of a crowd of 5,000 or so on a foggy
night. My city sure has some crazies, but maybe these were imported
from small towns to the East or North? Anyway, it was a blast, but so
very nice to come home to a quiet house...

My favorite question was from a young woman. "Is there a parking
lot close to here?" Quite a few people asked me WHY the barrier was
there and I just smiled and said, "Security" and then it turns out that
Husbando and I were close to each other, but the cell phones weren't
working. I was impressed with BART and Muni getting all those people
around town. Lots and lots of kids and dogs ~ combining the event
with Halloween made it all seem even more surreal than it was. Ah, Frisco.

game six ~ superb!

What an incredible game. We not only had to switch chairs last
night, we changed rooms because the Cards vs. Rangers game was
just too long and intense to sit for very long in one spot. I really like
the coach of the Texas team and Husbando is from St. Louis, so we
have a v. gentle rivalry going on. But, man, talk about excitement.
All those costly errors for both teams, using up both bull pens, the
many comebacks and always, just like in life, luck has so much to
do with it. Last year the Giants had it, this year it bounces back and
forth from dugout to dugout. And tonight, the first Game 7 in nine
years and it's why we love this damn game. Wowza.

missing the Giant parade

(from my Round Robin daily write)

Why didn't I call out sick yesterday? Others did. Thousands and
thousands did. I could have called my boss after the World Series
Win on Monday night and told him I'd like to take an unpaid day
off. My boss took a day off yesterday to go to the parade.
What's wrong with me?

It's that damn work ethic. Burned into me at an early age by my
Republican parents. Work before pleasure. Be a good girl. Work hard.
The fact that my parents never worked (due to inherited money)
never seems to enter the picture of why I push so hard.

I loved the parade from a far yesterday. The saving grace was that Bill
got to go and he could describe it in detail last night. How he took the
Muni with our neighbor across the street and his daughter, all the
marijuana smoke, how he had to look through the upraised hands of
fans taking photos, seeing all the players, waving at Willie Mays and
Bruce Bochy in the long convertible cars from the Fifties.

Then we watched it all last night on TV. Bill was at 6th and Market,
so he hadn't been at City Hall. Bless Mayor Newsom for not wanting to
talk about being elected Lt. Governor of California on Tuesday. It
was all about the Giants yesterday.

I don't have many regrets in my life. None that I can think of, truly.
Missing this celebration might be the only one. Now, when and
where can I get a DVD?

the orange afterglow

The Sporting Green is ORANGE today. Our city is bathed in orange and
the parade is tomorrow. Can it be true? After all these years the Giants
have won the World Series. How very, very sweet this is. Incredible and
unbelievable. Last night, after the Win, we turned the lights on our back
deck, screamed a few times and listened to the horns honking and
the hundreds of fans carrying on all over the city.

We discovered baseball in the early 90's. Most everyone knows the story
of how we were heading for bankruptcy, working 24/7 to save our dying
business. We had free tickets to Candlestick and we went to one game.
They needed us and we needed them. In those days there were freebies
and specials all the time because the ballpark was huge and half empty
most of the time. They especially wanted us out there at night when the
fog and wind blew plastic bags all over the place on the field and in the
stands. We earned free pins, tee shirts and even two comfy-warm Giants
jackets that we wear to this day. But no World Series win.

We found hope at Candlestick. Hope and humor and the chance to
sit for a few hours and talk about baseball. We had an unspoken
agreement not to talk about business or the bleak future. Instead,
we knew the name of the ushers who would encourage us to move
down from cheap to better seats. We'd go early and sit in the 3rd
row down front to eat our garlic fries and drink the free Cokes in
the sometimes sunshine. We'd watch batting practice and simply not
worry about anything except how come our bull pen broke down last
night and why is Matty limping today? We became baseball experts
and the Giants kept us sane for a decade or so.

The heartbreaking Giants' losses finally ended last night in the
5th game of the World Series. Oh, what a win!

bumgarner ~ all of 21 yo

Eight innings of shutout pitching. Such an impressive game and so
wonderful to see this young guy win a pivotal game. We are now
3 games to 1 and if we win tonight we are the World Series champs.
Real (old) Giants fans still can't believe it. I have a whole week of
other things to tell you about, but they pale beside this phenomenal news.

halloween 2010

Here we have the Beekeeper Blogmaid and her little RR Bee!
Happy Halloween and have fun with the tricks and treats.
There will probably be more dark porches this year because
so many people will be gnawing at their fingernails and
knuckles as they watch Game #4. I could see clumps of
people in front of their TVs as I drove home from work,
looking into windows. The bar on Stanyan Street has
lines out the door on game days. That's probably true
of many bars as some people can't get the Fox TV station.
Plus, it would be difficult to watch the game all alone.

The Rangers won last night, 4 to 2. Their fans were happy
and the next game is tonight, about 5pm our time. I
already feel some tummy tension. You?

i'm all Arlington, all day...

This is what I found on Google ~
Arlington is the biggest city in the country with no fixed-route public transit.

I confess that I had to ask Husbando where Arlington is and after
first saying "Houston" he settled on "the Dallas-Fort Worth area."
I am glad I don't live NEAR a big city where people have to ask
each other this question.

So the game is about 4pm our time which means we'll have it on
the computer in the back room at work. Not ideal by any means,
but there will be lots of us dashing back there with fake tasks
such as, "oh, I need to get some big flat bags," or maybe
search for cash register tape, even though there are rolls and
rolls throughout the stores.

And as bad as our Muni can be sometimes, at least it is a
fixed route. I think. OK, go Jonathan Sanchez, go Giants!