I'm sorry, but we're not fans of the Giants. We don't watch baseball. The boys both played Little League, with Eldest doing five years and Youngest doing two. Eldest was soured on the game by an idiot of a coach his last year. Youngest is a soccer-crazy and, to a lesser extent, basketball-crazy kid who can't possibly be expected to enjoy the horrifically slow pace of baseball.
None of us can fathom sitting through an entire game.
Yup, we're the un-Americans.
And add to that my utter disdain for the Giants organization, thanks to closely working with them at the San Francisco Chronicle, first as we partnered with them when
But everyone else around here, or so it seems, is clad in orange and black. The number of Linceum costumes at school on Friday was overwhelming. Trick-or-treating last night, everyone opened the door and told kids and parents what the score was and what inning it was.
And now the Giants look poised to win the World Series.
Who would have thought I would avoid all media outlets for weeks for a reason other than election time?