Last night was the SF Giants Filipino Heritage Night II, and Mike & I went as did several other people we knew. We waited in line for hella long to get our complimentary shirts which look pretty cool. ;) We went into the ninth inning down by four runs (0-4), and that basically said that we (the Giants) were having a terrible game night. Then again, that inning was our explosion inning as we scored three runs. WE COULD'VE WON, IF WE DIDN'T WASTE OUTS. =( So basically, I went from mad to sad to heartbroken. IDK, damn it.
But giving that rundown isn't my purpose right now. I want to write about how annoying last night was. I (Mike, too) went for the love of the Giants. The fact that it was FHN was just a bonus. Last night's game meant more than just a game to us and all the other real Giants fans. It meant catching up to get into that wildcard position. It meant playoffs, possibly a National League title, and even the World Series. Yes, I know that was dramatic... but you haaave to understand where I'm coming from! -___-* There were A LOT of Filipinos and friends, majority of which you could tell were there just to be there. Seriously?! One good example was the girl who sat in front of us aka the girl with dead hair. She was drunk (if not, then she was good at acting like it) and did nothing but talk, sing poorly, and block our damn view. Bitch, get out. I was sooo annoyed that I wanted to pull her hair. I didn't though. Other examples? Those boys and girls who were dressed for the club at a BALL GAME! C'mon now. Then there were those who were actually wearing the merchandise, but were very obvious that they only had them because it's a "cool" thing to have. UGHH! It depresses me. Sports isn't for kicks, or hollerin', or anything. It's LOVE. PASSION. EMOTIONS. LIFE. It's something more than just being there.
Thank you.
*cry*