I still can't believe it. It has been my dream to experience the Giants win a World Series ever since the agony of the 2002 series. Really, truly I did not expect this year to be it. Maybe sometime in the late 2010s or early 2020s, I thought. The org would have to shake things up a bit and invest in some young, explosive hitters, all while retaining at least two stellar pitchers. I imagined myself as an adult cheering the transformative team on, the days of Barry Bonds, Timmy and Panda so far behind. Maybe I'd even have children at this time and live in a comfortable suburb in the South Bay. I would of course usher my children into the world as Giants fans (and my husband and dogs, too), taking them to games whenever I could, dressing them in little jerseys, caps and orange and black booties. I imagined then would the time a World Series could happen for my Giants. I'd have a tough-shelled heart by then after enduring years upon years of disappointments and almosts and so, the win would be sweet and I would be elated, but in a way that was contained and wise.
But, no. How I imagined it.. was not how it would happen. Instead, it happened two days ago on a Monday evening in Arlington, Texas as I watched on from a friend's living room in Nob Hill, close to the center of San Francisco, the city of my team. I was 24 years old, two years out of college, and I would watch the Giants 2010 championship fate unfold as I was still coming to terms with the fact that they had made the playoffs. And so, the win was sweet and I was elated, in a way that was contained and wise, but mostly because I still couldn't believe it. and I still can't believe it.
In fact, I have no idea how long it will take me to fully grasp that my dream, one I always kept as far back in my mind as was reasonable, has come true. What a special and surreal feeling. I can only imagine what this feels like for the players - past and present - the organization and life-long, die hard fans around the world.