Giants vs. Rockies, June 2nd

San Francisco is, in many ways, Bizarro World. Nothing there is like it seems. Men love men, and Vice Versa. The city is built with the air of Europe about it. Their baseball team has a ballpark on the shoreline of the ocean, yet the game in the last weekend in May was absolutely freezing. Lastly, for some reason, the people there absolutely adore Barry Bonds. I don't understand it, but I'll be damned if I wasn't there cheering him on with the rest of them as he knocked home run 746 out of the park. Although many people may agree with the first statement to follow than the second, Barry Bonds would have to be an idiot to leave the oh so literal friendly confines of AT&T Park. I will say that Bonds is the only player aside from Warren Sapp to so flagrantly flout his front lip dip. Although I don't think anyone can beat the entire can Sapp still sticks in his gigantic lips.
As for the rest of the park, aside from some cheesy Disneyness in the outfield kids area, it was one of the better places I've been. It would have been a lot better if I weren't curled up into the fetal position praying that the game would end so I could find a warm spot to regain feeling in my toes (it went to extra innings). This doesn't come close to the crazy men in kayaks in McCovey's Cove waiting for a home run ball, no doubt losing their own in the process.
Lastly, the Fan of The Game. The Angels have the Rally Monkey. There is the inside out upside down baseball hat. For the Giants, there is the Rally Pumpkin--a true man among men, unafraid to induce the crowd into a frenzy with his pom pom shakers and wild gyrations. Unashamed of the shape of his body, nay, embracing it for what he is, and the super creature he has become. Spawn of the Great Pumpkin, embodiment of a Great Fan, I present, the Rally Pumpkin.


Every year the Rally Pumpkin rises out of the most sincere Ballpark, and gives homeruns to all the boys and girls.