They call it the post season, but for some like Le Anne it is THE SEASON. Is it possible that a baseball savvy adult has never yet attended a World Series game? Surely those who know Bert are aware of his penchant for bringing to fruition someones unfilled desires. So can there be any wonder that this season must reach its fulfillment of this new ecstatic baseball world to satisfy this ambition.
No more need be said. Go Giants!

And now for the ladies view- How did we end up in Pittsburgh? After the Sunday win and the beautiful ceremony the Giants had to celebrate the completion of the 81 we received calls, emails and texts asking if we would go on. Everyone from the Pirates to the SF Chronicle wanted to know. We had planned on just attending home playoff games, however we felt like we had the chance to follow this dream for every fan who couldn’t, so we booked the flight and hotel, and the Giants arranged for tickets.
After little sleep we hopped the red-eye and arrived in Pittsburgh. We stayed at the Renaissance which was convenient. Our pastor Dan and his wife Barbara were in town, so after a nap we met them for a drink then headed to the ballpark. We picked up our tickets and wanted to see Kathy who was the supervisor on the club level who had brought us hot chocolate and James who had put us on the elevator with Kruk and Kuip. Chuck from Pirates guest relations would not allow us to go up to thank them, and we were both disappointed. I would say more than disappointed. Bert and I are not security risks and certainly would not try to grab a seat in the club instead of sitting in our section with Giants family members behind the dugout. I felt this was a move by someone who was in a position of power and he could use it for no other reason than because he liked to. Those two people were some of the 1st to share the passion for the game and to really make us feel welcome at a ballpark. They influenced us enough that in the interviews we always gave credit to PNC and ranked it number one…it is a good thing our 1st experience at PNC had not been with Chuck.

We then got the passport stamped and went off to our seats. The stadium was awash in a sea of black and the Pirates fans showed they really believed in their Bucs. Even at a playoff game they were welcoming first class fans who understood that the battle was on the field and not in the stands. We were all here to see a great game. We only saw about 50 Giants fans in the crowd of about 40,000. There was a deaf-mute fan across the aisle from Bert named Baseball Joe who for the 1st 4 inning did nothing but blow a whistle. It was awful for my ears and I imagine Bert with his hearing aids suffered even more. The usher said anything goes except cursing, so I was relieved when the Giants bats came alive and Mad Bums pitching was near perfect. Crawford came up with a timely hit. We walked away with a 8-0 victory. Also of note was another Sandoval catch with a flip into the dugout. This time he wasn’t blowing a bubble.
I then had to make reservations. We had a flight booked on United to return to SF. Bert decided he would make this special and we could go on to DC, so I called United. They said they would give us credit, but I would need to have priceline call them. I called Priceline and they said United’s policy is no refund, so we ended up with no refund or credit on the return flight. I decided to book American so we didn’t have an issue going forward. I then booked a hotel, and texted Loran another die-hard Giants fan from Ohio to see if she was going to DC. She said she was so we rode with her. The drive thru PA was beautiful and the trees were red, gold, and green. We ended up at the hotel and after a nap went to dinner. We were recommended a place called Old Ebbitt Grill and food and drink were reasonable and delicious. Bert had wings and I had maine lobster pot pie. Yum.
Well another nap and then off to take on the Nats. We are underdogs again.