The San Francisco Saturday

Thanks to my dad, I learned about the San Francisco Giants' world series trophy making it's stop in NYC on the national tour this weekend. I couldn't believe we still got to bask in the glory of their winning, so I had to go, and I dragged 4 friends along with me, and since apparently none of them cared about the Giants... or baseball... or sports in general, they all must be really great friends.





The trophy was on display in the afternoon at a bar called Finnegan's (?) in the East Village, which had SF everything up (even the 49ers) so it would seem that it is a San Francisco bar that would have been nice to know about when the World Series was actually going on. We had never been before but I started seeing a trickle of SF hats coming from a certain direction, and we turned a corner and BAM! (bus?) the Giants had thrown up all over everyone in the great long line, it was a refreshing sea of orange and black. It was really crowded and a long line, but we waited through it and got to see what turned out to be a little bit of a disappointing trophy (shouldn't it have like, diamonds on it?) but it was very fun to be in the spirit and witness the greatness.



Why wasn't Tim Lincecum around?!