On June 13, 2012, I headed out to what was billed as one of the best places to watch a San Francisco Giants game on television - since I didn't have tickets to the game. In my typical Halloween-is-everyday fashion, I went all out with an outfit of orange and black that would make any clown feel underdressed. The moment I walked into the bar, I felt some negativity from the crowd. It took no time at all to discover I was being made fun of. While I am OK with that, I wanted to watch my beloved Giants in peace. Off to the ballpark side of town I headed, to watch the game at a local watering hole that had already been tested and approved by me. The bartender is a cranky cur, but at least he treats all with equal disdain, and not because of how we are dressed.
By the 6th inning, I knew something magical was happening. My partner and I decided simultaneously that we should head down to the park to see if we could catch a glimpse of what was to come. Miraculously, we ended up finding parking, and discovered unmanned gates at the front of the stadium. Not a security person in site! In we went, although I felt like a criminal who was trespassing. We entered the stadium just as Matt Cain threw his last pitch in a perfect game. The crowd erupted, and soon we were among them, celebrating the first perfect game in Giants history. All, thanks to a bunch of surly patrons of a bar all the way across town, for if they had been hospitable, we would not have been standing in that stadium to cheer a once-in-a-lifetime baseball moment. It was perfect!