Frozen almost goodness

Yesterday, I went to my very first Giants game. I think I saw the Giants once in Dodger Stadium back when I still lived in La La Land as part of my love affair with the '88 Dodgers.

I have to be honest and I say I was interested in Barry and his pursuit. One comment I made last night was that I thought Bonds' race for the all time home run record has kept Average Joe San Franciscans from talking about how bad the team is this year. Anyway, I had to take a picture of Barry doing his thing in right field. Granted, right field is the position with the least amount of leg work involved, but his stance in the picture below pretty much summed up his attitude toward the game.

Barry during a pitching change.

I have to admit that when I played center field in high school, I always wished I had a ball in my back pocket to throw around when we had pitcher changes; it gets boring out there.

What really sucked is that it was REALLY cold in the right field bleachers. Selling $8 beers didn't help the situation because I wasn't prepared to spend $40-$50 just to feel a little warmer. We stuck around until the 9th inning to see all of Barry's supposed at-bats.

Barry with 1 out in the bottom of the 9th

When Barry couldn't bring anyone home in the 9th, we left. Little did we know that the Giants would go on to score 4 runs to tie the game and send it to extra innings. I ended up catching the end of the game on my couch on ESPN.com. Although it would have been cool to see the 2-out rally in the 9th, I'm glad that I didn't stay in the blistering cold through the 13 innings. I wouldn't have been home until midnight, and the Giants lost anyway, 7-5.