3 Types of Non-Baseball Loving Giants Fans
1) The “I’m here for the food” fan:
Not going to lie. I’ve spent an entire game eating. There is so much AT&T Park has to offer - garlic fries, bratwurst, chicken tenders, mashed potatoes, CRAB SANDWICHES, cheesesteaks, caramel corn, ice cream sundaes, hot chocolate… This is about 50% of my being.
2) The guy who just yells “SPORTS!”
You know you’ve brought that guy who teeters on the bro-y side of things, wants to go to a baseball game just because he heard there will be $10 Bud Lights there, and knows absolutely noooothing about what’s going on in baseball. But for the sake of being vocal like the rest of the party, he will just yell out “SPORTS!” whenever he feels like he needs to contribute
3) The girlfriend
She’s that girl who knows a little bit about baseball - maybe the names of the cutest players at most - but going to a ball game would never be her first choice on a Saturday night. She goes to support her man because his fantasy baseball team (which probably was named with a homophobic play on words) is totally kicking his coworker’s ass (which probably is also named with a homophobic play on words).
Life lessons? AT&T Park is welcoming to those of all levels of Giants fandom! I guess I’ve never been on the other side since I can get into a sport that is relatively boring to watch so I find myself consistently entertained at Giants games, but from my experience, people tend to always find a good time at the most beautiful ball park in the world.
AT&T Park Bonus: Jay-Z and Beyoncé blessed SF with their presence here
In Groot we trust. #9gag
A few things stood out to me on Saturday…
TREND ALERT: bro-prints.
Here’s an observation: Bros love to stand out. Bros love bold. Bros love bold prints. Sorry to my dear friend whom I just happen to have pictures of from Saturday, but lets be real. Your American flag hat and teal floral print was meant to be a prime example of San Francisco festival attire for men.
I took the most Millennials-Having-Fun picture ever (above):
The most festival clique-like picture I’ve ever taken (PC: Alex Randall) is this one. It’s the saturation that shows people we’re here to have a good time. Also the eclectic combination of levels, prints, smiles and eye contact really bring out the fact that we’re all in our mid 20’s and going through an ever-long quarter-life crisis and we mask it with culture, experience, and alcohol. (I know you’re lying if you say you can’t relate or didn’t take a picture just like this)
Anything to avoid anything more than 75% primetime tip:
I walked home Saturday. After standing for 10 hours, not drinking water all day, and pushing through crowds, I walked my ass 3 miles home. I’ve done worse to avoid surge pricing…like take a nap at a friend’s house or continue the date (ha).
Life lessons? SAN FRANCISCO IS THE BEST CITY IN THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD.
So all texts on Friday went like this:
"Gen, when are you getting here?!"
"Probably around 5:30ish"
"But won’t you be sad if you miss Chromeo!?!?!"
"I’ll be sadder if I get fired…"
Friday was an amazing intro day to Outside Lands. Disclosure KILLED. Kanye KILLED. But one thing that really stood out was how many people tried to convince me to just leave work. Now I understand that work is not the end all be all, but since when did your textual convincing work my friend?
I’m pretty bummed I missed Chromeo.
I got to Golden Gate Park on my own accord with 7 unread texts from various members of different friendship circles and the second I got through security and scanned my ticket, I texted all of them saying “I’m hereeeeee! Where are you?” I picked the most convenient of whoever responded and made my way to the Lands End stage while Chromeo was closing out their set with “Jealous.”
It was then I decided that this was how I wanted to spend my Outside Lands - I wanted to be a nomad. I didn’t have a set group, but I had a set itinerary of who I wanted to see and no one else was going to get in my way. If you happened to be there, well then sure. I’ll stand next to you and let us bop our heads to some Disclosure. I bought my large kettle corn for $9 and made my way to the front of the stage to park myself for the next 5 hours.
I stood next to a little Vanilla Ice during Kanye and no I did not like him. It was my second time hearing “Clique” performed this week (re: Jay-Z on Tuesday in concert with his wifey) and the lyrics “all these bad bitches they want the” has been stuck in my head ever since.
No life lessons learned except that it was reminded how much I like to do my own thing. Ain’t nothing wrong with that.
The Mrs. Carter Show World Tour
Photo Credit: Robin Harper