This game was a game of P’s; PU and, Pence,Posey, and Pablo all passed on opportunities. The Go Giants was louder than the Go Padres in the sellout crowd of 43,405. Our 3 P’s topped the lineup and failed to get a single hit in a very disappointing outing. The bats are sleeping, and the pitching is outstanding. So with another series lost we go on to mile high Coors field. Low score games are a rarity, and our guys seem to wake up.
Baseball means streaks. Let’s not dispar. Keep the faith and we will return to SF next week in a much better frame of mind.
Our 81for93 seems to generate a lot of interest wherever we go. Even the Hilton staff made us feel better(thank you Kyle) by sending up milk and baseball chocolate chip cookies after the game. Even they were caught up in a Go Giants frame of mind.
Bert was hungry on the way to the game and ran across a gentleman who was a fellow baseball nut. He was the manager and offered to trade Bert all the ice cream he could eat in exchange for his hat. Bert said sure, handed over his cap, and the man set us up with two huge sundaes in waffle bowls. Bert did eventually bail his hat out, but in the meantime they chatted for 30 minutes or so about the joys of the game. The cap was exchanged for cash and Bert’s Mets baseball card which he autographed. We also met a Giants dog, outfitted in his orange bandana who joined us for a snack of hot dogs. His owner was also sporting Giants colors. It isn’t just the baseball that is great, but the people you meet along the way, that make this a trip of a lifetime. By the time we got to the game I was so full, that the ribs were out of the question. We were in a field box section 114 row 28 seat 4 and 5. In front of us was a mother and daughter who are Giants fans. Mom travels from Phoenix to visit her daughter every time the Giants are in town. She learned to score games when her son played little league. She had a beautiful bound scorecard book her son had given her as a gift. One sport brought a family together. I think that as I move forward I will try to get photos of the people we meet. This is not just Bert and my story, this is the story about the people we meet and the love of the game.
On a side note last night I texted that our seats were good enough that I planned on barehanding a fly ball. In all my years of baseball the closest I have had a ball come is on this trip. I figured with as many games as I saw someday I would get one. Well last night I saw a fly heading our direction. I lost it in the lights and it bounced off Bert’s ankle and down two rows in front. Just like the Giants play last night, it was an opportunity lost.
Bert and Le Anne