Yaaaaaah!!

The corner shop is a hug-in. An old black guy comes in and we all high five, ” I guess we really did it!”  Notice the we. SF has totally embraced these games.

I came down from Marin in time to be in The Page for the start of 7th. The place is packed with the usual mixture of race, age, gender, style, sexual proclivity etc, but we are united. Go Giants!

I take my first suck from my Old Speckled Hen as Edgar Renteria blasts a home run  running in three. 3 – 0 San Francisco! The bar goes wild. It has a low ceiling

“Have we not made an universal shout,

That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,

To hear the replication of our sounds

Made in her concave shores.”

Bush and Martha come on screen. As much noise is made but this time booing.  7th innings stretch and a lady comes out to sing. It is God Bless America. The Bar responds by singing.

“Take Me Out to the Ball Game” http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/lyrics/ballgame.htm

The Beard wraps it up and San Francisco has won the World Series!

I bike home through a cacophony of car horns.

I feel the city administration could have done more – close the Golden Gate and string huge screens between the towers, with free hot dogs. How many votes would that have won.

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