To make things even better, I was there with my nephew. I began Eric's indoctrination as a Giants fan when he was very small, and it took. Since he grew up and moved away, we don't get to see as many games together as in the old days. And with the new park selling out for almost every game, we have to work at finding ways to get there.
That's why we got on the bus here in Santa Rosa at 9:30 this morning, for a game that wouldn't start until 1:05. There are two tour companies that take busloads of local folks, most of them as old as Eric and I put together, to a few games each season. One of them (the other one) charges a little less for the ride and the ticket.
The bus we took today was from the more expensive company. This is the one that provides donuts on the way down to the City, and ice cream on the way home. They give you a goodie bag filled with things like peanuts, Cracker Jack and M-and-M's, and when you get there you get to sit in field level seats, instead of in the seagull level.
So we rode in style, and I ate too much — and not just on the bus. At the park, I had a cha cha bowl from Orlando's Caribbean Barbecue. I may not eat again until Tuesday.
This was the Giants' eighth annual "Until There's a Cure Day," raising money for AIDS research and prevention. They were the first professional sports team to hold a benefit for AIDS and HIV-related causes, and it's a commitment that has endeared the organization to the community. It's always a beautiful ceremony, with passionate speeches and music, and hundreds of volunteers forming a human AIDS ribbon on the field.