Yes, I am a rabid baseball fan . . .

Last night I finally got to do something I've been waiting 3 months for . . . going to a Giants game. Unfortunately going to a baseball game for me is not easy. AT&T Park is just over an hour away (without traffic) and not only are the tickets expensive, but buying food also costs a small fortune!

Thankfully Hubby got tired of listening to me whining about going so he set us up with some very nice seats, and we sat with the guys we got the tickets from (one of whom works at my grocery store).

Right off the bat I'm hooping it up and enjoying the atmosphere. About half way through the first inning a gal sits next to me. I say hi and can see she's in her late teens/early 20's. Soon after she sat, I'm cheering our players, yelling out their names and stuff, and I start to get the distinct feeling this girl's not liking my enthusiasm. Out of the corner of my eye I can see she moving around a bit and her body language was screaming, "What's up with her?"

You know what? I didn't care and I hooped it up even more! It was one of the funniest thing I have ever experienced!

Unfortunately our ballpark isn't just a ballpark, it's considered a "destination point" for every Tom, Dick, and Harry who decides to visit San Francisco. I once had to listen to two guys behind me planning their trip the following day to the Wine Country while I was trying to watch the game. Very annoying!

It almost makes my consider moving to the American League and become an A's fan . . .

Ah . . . NO! I don't think so!

So now I'm looking forward to my next Giants game even more! :)