Growing up a San Francisco Giants fan has had its ups and downs -- thrilling, exciting, heartbreaking. Still, I believed because they were my team. In the 90s I was the child who hated every team that got in my Giants' way -- the Marlins, Braves, Mets, and of course, the damned Dodgers to name a few. At seven years old, my team's awesome record was not good enough to carry them into the postseason. In 1997, I went back to school in October after my track's month off feeling like someone stole my Game Boy. I knew who it was too. Those stupid Marlins! :( Then after a dryspell, the century turned, a new ballpark was opened, and my team seemed to have been rebuilding to win it all. Oh yes, we were built to win it all, in 2002 we were told to take it in game six, or seven, or never! We lost to the freakin' Angels, those darn Anaheim Angels! :( I was offered to go to Disneyland for Halloween that year, and I said NO! I didn't want to see celebrations that mushed black and orange with any other colors. I was bitter. The next year did not ease my feelings either. Then I waited... and waited... said bye to Barry Bonds, who I still love to this day despite all haters... and waited. It came to a point where I saved enough money to see my team. Then waited some more. Then finally, with particles and miracles and magic, the wait ended. A couple thousand dollars and few voiceless days later, it ended.
The 2010 San Francisco Giants won it all - they are the 2010 World Series Champions! :) It really could not have happened to a better group of guys whose energy and passion for the game transpired on the field. These misfits and so forth... won it all. I can't get enough of them! Though I know faces will be changing for the next season, I can't help but to continue to love these guys. I feel like they rewarded me and the entire SF Giants fanbase who have waited decades for this feeling. It feels so amazing! Thank you, 2010 San Francisco Giants. I love my G-Men.
*sigh...*