Monday night's Giant's game. Game 7. The game to determine who will win the pennant. One of the top 3 best nights of my life, hands down.
Just imagine...after eight innings of home runs, hot dogs and high fives, your standing on your tippy toes, with 43,000 fans in a downpour of rain, crossing your fingers and toes, hoping praying wishing that Romo's next pitch will strike out the evil Matt Holiday. And then, Holiday pops up a ball and it's game over. THE GIANTS WIN THE PENNANT! And the crowd erupts and you're jumping up and down, screaming at the top of your lungs, hugging and high fiving a million strangers. There are fireworks blasting off in the background and you look around the stadium at the most dedicated fans all stoked out of their minds because THE GIANTS ARE GOING TO THE WORLD SERIES! You stand, drenched down to your nickers, in the flooded bleachers, smiling from ear to ear because the giants did it.
Needless the say, every San Francisco resident was out of their minds crazy happy that night. Even the cops were initiating high fives.
I swear, it was straight out of a movie.