When I was very young, my mom was an Oakland A's fan, and my dad was a San Francisco Giants fan, and being a daddy's girl, I too became a Giants fan. Then the Giants were terrible and my dad decided he didn't really like watching baseball all that much, and for about 20 years I didn't watch any baseball at all. Then came 2010, and after living in San Francisco for 5 years and having never gone to a Giants game, the quirky and scrappy Giants baseball team made the playoffs and didn't stop winning until they had clinched the title for the first time in 64 years, and I became obsessed. I knew every player and their wacky back story, lamented every injury that threatened our chances at greatness, and watched every single inning of their playoff run with fearful excitement. I continued to follow these story lines through the disappointing 2011 and 2013 seasons, and cheered my heart out in those magical even years when the Giants were unstoppable in the post season, culminating in three World Series wins in 5 years. I watched history be made and a dynasty be born in my own backyard, in a city full of ardent fans that I already loved so much.
So instead I present to you photos from several games I have attended in the past couple years. Since I made this bucket list directive 2 years ago, I have taken my fandom to new levels, living out lifetime bucket list items such as going to a World Series game here at home in 2014 (of course the only home game they lost) and then to a Spring Training game in Scottsdale earlier this year, and I've eaten countless orders of garlic fries. (Word to the wise: Scottsdale garlic fries are nothing like the legendary Gilroy garlic fries from AT&T Park.) I have gone in big groups and small groups and sometimes only with my husband, who after witnessing three World Series Championships has still not fallen in love with baseball like I have. I have become a Fan with a capital F. I may have once a bandwaggoner, but I am no longer - I now consider myself a lifer.