Read this, couldn't have said it better myself.
Tonight, I came home from work, turned on the game, and watched the San Francisco Giants win the World Series. Compared to the other games, it was pretty unexciting, but afterwards, man oh man, was this city the greatest place to be. I might have done multiple happy dances. Up and down the street. And I might not have a voice tomorrow.
So worth it though.
Feels good to be a San Franciscan right now.
After the game my roommates and I headed out and only made it a block down the street, Giants fans had taken over an entire block, there was dancing, cheering, riding on hoods of cars trying to make it through the throngs of people, riding on the bike rack of city buses, a drummer, chanting, and victory champagne popped and splattered on everyone around. I got hugs and high fives from strangers, shouted back and forth in victory with neighbors I have never met, and watched a semi drive through the crowd with people hopping on it like it was normal to hitch a ride on the front.
Here's a taste:
Yes there is a man standing on the bike rack of the bus. And yes, that was a bottle rocket you heard at the end. Love it.
Amazing and so electric.
Can't wait to wear my Giants baseball hat when I fly into Texas next week for my friend Karen's wedding. Here's hoping I survive that trip : )