Advice from the Ladies Room

Why I don’t give (that much of) a shit that the Giants didn’t even make it to the 2011 playoffs

There are a few special occasions that happen in our lives that change us forever.  French kissing someone for the first time.  Graduating.  Meeting your best friend. The baseball team you grew up with winning a World Series.  Saying “I love you” and really meaning it.  Marriage.  That promotion.  The birth of your child.  Killing a guy (JUST KIDDING - unless it’s true?). 

The wonderful thing about these very special occasions is that you don’t need them every weekend.  You don’t need to land your dream position every time you get promoted.  Every Saturday night does not have to be the prom night that you lose your virginity.  And like bringing a child into this world for the second or third time, it doesn’t make the first birth any less special. It’s simply another magical moment that makes you the person that you are.

That’s how I feel about Giants baseball.  We won a World Series.  I’m not saying that from here on out they can play shitball and be the worst team in the history of sports, but we won a World Series and you can’t ever take that away from the San Francisco Giants or the fans who love them.  The Giants will win a World Series again.  Will it be in my lifetime?  I have no idea.  I hope so, but I don’t NEED them to win the last game of the season every year for the rest of my life. I’m used to the San Francisco Giants not winning the last game of the year.

Time well spent is creating moments that you’ll cherish forever and knowing that you can’t- regardless of money or resources- create them again.  That’s why I love the San Francisco Giants.  Watching them is time well spent, even if they lose (unless it’s against the Dodgers), because they’re my San Francisco Giants and I can’t not love them. And hey, there’s always tomorrow’s game.