Dear Avery,
Last month, I got to check a HUGE event off my bucket list: Watching the San Francisco Giants play in the World Series. This came as a surprise 5 year wedding anniversary/birthday gift from your Uncle Matt (the Dodger fan – you will one day understand the importance and thoughtfulness of him buying Giants WS tickets is!). At the time of receiving the tickets, the Giants were not guaranteed to go. They were in the middle of their playoff round — so if they didn’t win out, we wouldn’t get to experience the World Series. Every. Game. Mattered. More.
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Sure enough, they beat the St. Louis Cardinals…and off we were to the ultimate baseball championship!!! And yes, I pinched my self over and over, and then over again.}
I’d been to AT&T park over a dozen times in my lifetime, but walking into the stadium this time felt so different. So exhilarating. So surreal. I had a pep in my step — the whole time I was there.
Naturally, we got there an hour early, and left an hour after the game. I wanted to soak it all in. The fans. The players. The food (mmmm, garlic fries). The light chill in the air. The sea of orange and black. But most of all: the game. I love this game. I love the slowness of it. I love a good pitching duel. But I also love to see a whole team go through their lineup in one inning — moving people around the bases in a multitude of ways. I love how few and far between a grand slam is — and the eruption of crowd that comes from it. I love when a games comes down to the last out. And that’s what happened. This particular Game 3 came down to the very last out. Royals were up 3-2, and the Giants just couldn’t come back. Was I sad? Yes, of course.
Did it kill my mood? Absolutely not. I just witnessed a W O R L D S E R I E S.
That, and they eventually went on to WIN the entire series. 3 championships in 5 years. Simply incredible.
We sat in amazing seats down the 1st base line. Even though we ended up in the Royals section… we figured out later that these weren’t just fans, but friends and family of the players. They were such respectful and kind fans. Only silver lining about losing — seeing these fans whom had waited 29 years to get to the playoffs, get to celebrate together.
To some, diamonds are a girl’s best friend. To me, baseball diamonds, and the memories they create…are my best friend.
Aves, I hope you check off as many bucket list items as you can in your lifetime!
With Love,
Aunt Megs
With Love, Aunt Megs 