When I was kid, the Giants were terrible, (wasn't it a 30 year period?) and one year they rolled out an add campaign pleading the fans to like the group of Never-Knowns, and Couldn't Be's they were calling "kids". This year should be so good.So it is very difficult not to rant about how awful the Giants are. The team that is supposed to be going young, regularly plays more old people than the penny slots in BoomTown, Reno. It is not so much the oldness, but the, how should we say it gently, overall crappiness, that is the problem. If the Giants were Hunter, they would be the part that gets hosed about every two weeks when things go really, really wrong.
With that wonderful attitude, we headed to PacBell Park with the renewed vigor of a promising new spring and the wide-eyes of our beautiful baby boy.
Unlike the Giants, we had a Game Plan to maximize our time at the park, knowing Hunter would need to sleep before the game ended (and secretly thinking the Giants a great cure for The Incredible Sleepless Baby): get there early, park in our favorite free off-site parking zone, go buy Hunter a new hat because he had outgrown his, check-in our stroller, get to the seats with our burritos and watch batting practice before catching about an hour of the game. (Luckily the Giants BP is before they open the gates, so I would not have to explain to Hunter why a professional team could be swinging and missing during practice.)
The whole thing went as well we could have hoped. The Giants played crisply on their way to victory, the weather was chilly but not Candlestick cold, and our seats were still great. There was a concern the ambiance of the seats and the proximity to the back wall would be encumbered by a new section down the line, emphasized during the previous games we watched. Those concerned were allayed as they allowed us to huddle against the back wall that becomes the right-field ally, as before, so there were no problems there.
The only bummer was that they don't sell our favorite burritos anymore but we did not know that until we went to order them. Oh, and we made a sign to get on TV, to no avail, in spite of our cuteness, heightened because we did manage to find Hunter a new pro-style hat, and when we styled him in it, along with his Giants onesie and his Replica Jersey, he received many compliments, coos and even a few random people who came over to try and touch him due to excessive cuteness.
He was all smiles, did not fuss much and enjoyed the splendor of the park. The park is as beautiful as ever, and for all their faults building a winning team the Giants have assembled a very family-friendly venue even providing an official "First Game" certificate.
When it was said and done, we had a great experience, and it is very clear just exactly which kid we gotta love.
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