Yay Giants...thanks for the memories!

I shared a bit about my history with the Giants a few days ago and tonight they did it. They won the series!!!! I realize this is just a sporting event, but words can't really describe how cool it was to watch them win tonight...and to share it with Todd & Matt.

As Wilson pitched to the final batter, Todd climbed up on my lap. I said, "lets be hugging when the Giants win the Series!" He sat with his arms around my neck, his breath smelling like Tater Tots from our "ball game" hot dog dinner and when that last strike was pitched he squeezed so tight that I thought I might pass out, but I didn't really mind. Then the three of us jumped around and clapped and hooted and hollered like crazy people.

A few minutes later I sat back down and just put my hands over my mouth saying "wow". Todd was running around taking off his shirt and throwing it at the TV and high five-ing me and Matt and saying " I can't believe it!" At one point he turned and asked why I was suddenly quiet and I realized that I was really really emotional...not just because this crazy team that I, like so many others have been completely captivated by finally realized their dreams, but because I got to share it with my family (and because one of the biggest Giants fans I ever knew wasn't here to share it with) but mostly because I was just overwhelmingly happy for the team and for all of us that they took on this crazy ride with them.

I'm really just so damn grateful. This has been so much fun to be a part of. The excitement has been in the air, everywhere you go people are wearing orange and black and I've loved every minute of it. Today an old guy I've seen at Starbucks a million times but never really looked at, high fived me because we were both wearing Giants sweatshirts...in Target Todd told two ladies walking by "GO Giants" because they were wearing their gear. This has been repeated so much around the area that you can just feel it in the air. So so cool.

And this team is just so freaking cool. Over 179 games the guys on this team have all given me examples I could share with my son about hard work, perserverance, teamwork, talent, humility, guts, attitude, the appropriate times to drop an F-Bomb, diversity, sportsmanship, class and in the end freaking dominance.

After he calmed down Todd said "Wow, Mom...I will remember this night forever! and we were hugging when they won!!" 

It hit me that someday Todd can tell the story of the year that he was almost 8 years old. The Year the San Francisco Giants first won the World Series!! How he went to one special game with his Noni over the Summer and how (one month ago today to be exact) he went to a game with Matt and I (and Noni again) in the amazing seats that his Uncle Dan gave us, where he got 2 game balls touched by Aubrey Huff and where we could have watched them clinch the National League West from just 3 rows back.

He will remember this team of "misfits" that no one outside of the Bay Area has given any credit to, the team that no one but us really thought could win. He will remember a team with a different superstar every night...guys that he knows by name, Andres, Cody, Freddy, Aubrey, Buster, Timmy, Pablo, Uuuuribe, Pat the Bat, Willie and Edgar and so many more. He will remember our favorite number #33 that lost one job and still managed to contribute and check his ego at the door. He'll remember Kruk and Kuyp and details that I know I don't even realize have sunken into his little consciousness.

Hopefully he will remember wrapping his arms around my neck and watching that final out. I know that I will never forget it.