My husband wooed me with baseball.
I am a former lover of the San Francisco Giants. I have returned that love to their rightful owners, the Oakland A’s. My reasons for this change are numerous, and some of them, quite frankly, don’t make a lot of sense (to other people). I have grown to love rooting against the Giants, especially when Barry Zito is pitching (BOO!)—oh wait, Barry Zito’s NOT pitching in the playoffs (HA!)—but the Giants will always have a special place in my heart.
In 2003, Khary and I had just started dating, and by just started I mean that I was keeping my options open. He was an A’s fan, and he couldn’t care less that the Giants had just squeaked their way into the playoffs. But I cared. So being the man that he is, he decided to wait in line for playoff tickets. For hours. I didn’t know this until later, after he handed me my ticket and said we were going to Game 1.
We sat way up in the third deck, sipped cold beer, and watched the Giants beat the Fish (Florida Marlins). I was on cloud nine and I knew this guy really liked me, which made me really like him. But no, he did not get laid that night. I is a lady.
In true Khary fashion, his support of my team only went so far. The Fish came back in Game 2 and 3, and then it was do or die in Game 4. I don’t like to talk about that game, but Khary does, because it involved my beloved J.T. Snow being thrown out at home plate to end the game. And what did Pudge Rodriquez (the catcher) do after J.T. was called out? He held the ball up in the air and shook it. What did Khary do? He laughed.
I could still take that ball and shove it back in Pudge’s face. I hate that guy.
The Giants are back in the playoffs, and we will definitely be watching. My allegiance is elsewhere, but I still enjoy a good game. I may secretly root for the Giants from time to time (maybe when I haven’t had my wine yet) but I take every opportunity to talk trash to the diehards. So here’s a special shout out to two of my favorite Giants fans—Mom and Amanda, I love you. Go Phillies!
Pudge: I still hate you.
Pudge Rodriguez wasn't about to drop the ball after J.T. Snow crashed into him. (Alan Diaz/AP)