Blue blouse, grey vest shrug, dark washed jeans, Steve Madden boots.
When I was a child I went to Giants games constantly. It was my favorite place in the whole world to be. I love the sport, and the environment; I love the garlic fries and the cotton candy; I love the stinky fans and the sticky floors. Ive been a hard-core fan my whole life. One of my requirements of marrying my husband is that he is going to have to be a Giants fan. Basically, I'm a fan.
I went to games for my birthday for a couple of years. They never won a game on my birthday. Yet I continue to go. One year they did win on my birthday. In fact, they ended up winning the World Series that year. Can you imagine how quickly that bandwagon caught fire. Fans are good, they're good. But sometimes I just want people to understand that I was a fan and loved them through their loses.
Anyone catch the 49ers game? They lost, but can you imagine what that would have been like if they won? I mean, baseball is like child's-play compared to football. Fans would erupted. Well, they lost, so the Bay Area is safe for another year.
Bandwagoning is obnoxious. I wouldn't call liking a team and cheering them on "bandwagoning". Its the people who take it to the next level and brag about their team to others when you know that a year ago they treated that team as the butt of the joke. It makes them look dumb. I don't like looking dumb, but maybe that's just me or something.
I get it though, people need something to be proud of. Possibly because of the lack of parental love they earned as children. Woah, I'm judgemental.
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