Yeah, so, let’s go, Giants!
This playoff series has turned me into a superstitious fool.
“When I wear my lucky orange scarf, the Giants win. Oh shit! They lost. It’s the scarf. Stupid scarf!”
“When I stand behind the couch, the Giants get on base.”
“When I drink a Sierra Nevada Tumbler or an Anchor Porter, the Giants win.”
Well, whatever works. I’m very proud of my San Francisco Giants tonight.
Two years ago, mighty, mighty good man David and I went to the World Series.
We had an amazing time, but the tickets were expensive. We justified it like this: “Well, when the Giants get to the World Series again, we will probably have a baby and we won’t be able to afford it.”
Fact.
In fact, the Spawn was born during the last game of the regular season last year. I’m not sure we can justify dropping more than $1,000 on tickets (that’s money that could be spent on Anchor Porter); however, I assure you, we will be all decked out in our Giants gear in the house and chanting, “Let’s go, Giants!”
I will also be wearing my Giants gear at work when the series starts, too, because – like I said – I’m superstitious now.
Oh, and readers of this blog or Twitter followers who don’t like sports, I will be insufferable this week. My apologies.
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