Apparently, the San Francisco Giants were waiting for us to attend a game. Once we did, they actually won a game. Not by much, mind you (SF 2, NY 0), but win they did. It's a little embarassing to lose that many games when you are on your home turf (Giants, one game; Mets, three games, all played at AT&T Park). Thankfully, the stadium is beautiful, so even when they lose, it's not so terribly bad.
Our seats were in the nose-bleed section, naturally. I didn't bother oiling my glove and hauling it with me to the game. I figured it was not really plausible to actually catch a stray or a pop-up when you are nowhere near the base lines. We were directly above home plate, just up really, really high.
Lest you feel sorry for us, don't. We had a spectacular view of the bay, on one of the clearest, warmest days the City ever experiences. Not a whisper of fog. Just watching the boats glide into McCovey Cove was relaxing. No big crowds in the Cove these days. Actually, it was sometimes difficult to pay attention to the game, because the view was so phenomenal. Of course, it WAS nine whole innings with only two runs, so it was really in our favor to have the view.
Even the train ride to and from AT&T Park was fairly pleasant and uneventful. Certainly more boisterous on the way home, thanks to the many $8 beers consumed at the game by the train riders prior to getting on the train, but it was all in good fun.
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