Morning Overflow Thread: Happy Anniversary!

Can’t think this is anything but good news to Giants chances

jcrasnick Jerry Crasnick
Carlos Beltran has left Scott Boras and is now represented by Dan Lozano, baseball source tells ESPN.com.

Finnerty’s NYC

Upstairs, in the bedroom, in bed, hiding under the pillows listening to it on the radio.
Or
Downstairs with the Mr. watching it on tv.
It varied with stress and anxiety level.

Wearing my pajamas!

At a bar here in town. I (and my girlfriend to a much lesser extent) was the only one who cared. I ran around yelling when Renteria hit that home run.

Enough about that.

I will be watching game 5 again this evening.

I was at home with my girlfriend with my laptop chatting with you guys. I remember after the final out I called home to my dad. He was actually outside lighting fireworks he was so happy. I talked to him on the phone and he was actually crying. What a special night.

And then out in the middle of the street screaming with our neighbors. It was magical.

There was a big screen TV at the back showing the game. Everyone in the restaurant went nuts when Cruz struck out at the end.

Like Lars, I’ll be reliving it all tonight. Gonna watch the WS DVD when I get home.

Watched at home. When it ended, grabbed a bottle of bubbly, walked down Valencia to Range had some dinner, then went to the Cassanova for some extended celebration.

“Why not us?!” was my rallying cry.

Watching with my roommate (Mariner fan) and on my knees during the final out. I screamed once very loudly, then fell silent in shock. My dad called me and I immediately broke down in tears. We had finally done it.

right before the bartender stood screaming on the bar and began pouring a bottle of jack into my mouth like a waiting baby bird.

Mijita specifically, drinking bottled beer and the occasional tequila neat to keep the nerves under control. Place exploded with MVP chants after the Edgar HR….after the save we walked out on to the pier behind the stadium and could see/hear celebrations getting under way in all different parts of The City.

Grabbed a cab to North Beach, got out on Broadway as that was as far as the taxi could go as people were cavorting rather wildly in the streets. Lots of champagne, lots of hugs, lots of Fuck Yeah.

And totally celebrating. I actually was very close to going to the game. I live only 30 miles from the stadium. I got up that morning feeling certain it would happen, and went to StubHub and scouted tickets for a while. There were some. I would have brought my 5-year-old. But as the day wore on and prices dropped (ever so slightly), I began to feel exhausted—not just from the previous few busy days, but also at the thought of having to shlep my son through massive crowds for parking, the bathroom, etc. And I knew deep in my heart that they would win the game in advance—I usually reserve my superstitions, but in this case, it felt sort of inevitable, and I knew very well that my exhaustion would be causing me my chance to miss the historic game. I was well aware of this in the moment I decided not to go.

I just decided the right thing to do would be to involve the kids in everything throughout the TV broadcast—keep them up late, making signs, face painting, bringing out all the gear. Even my wife, who hates baseball, had a great time. It was a fine night—a great night, not just because of the game.

at work :-(, then I heard the home run on the car radio while driving home, then I got home just in time to see the final inning of the game. It made me REALLY miss living in San Francisco, that’s for sure. When I win the lottery I’ll move back home.

At home in the outer sunset typing furiously on the game thread close to euphoria. Then I stopped typing and turned around. I had the radio on of course but also the tv on mute, so I heard kuip’s call with my back turned to the tv. I turns around in time to see the visual, and then I dropped to my knees and let out a yell. Then I went to my window and opened it and sounded my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

Listening to KNBR in one room, then going over to the TV in the other room to watch what I just heard on the radio. After the final out, it was like the 4th of July outside with all of the illegal fireworks going off.

Don’t worry guys, Beltran just left Boras. Now we’ll get him for 5 million / 10 years.

Public House Reaction

Civic Center Reaction

Party on Polk Street

At home with mrs. nvsfg watching on TV. Not in the GDT because I was too nervous to type, think and watch the game at the same time. Biting nails, muttering under my breath, sending out prayers, crossing my fingers and using every superstitious trick I could think of to give the G’s any edge.

When they finally did win it, I was in shock for a minute or two and could not believe it had actually happened. Then the we were screaming and answering the phone because people were calling to congratulate us for the Giants winning the WS. Kind of surreal.

And now I know what I’ll be watching tonight instead of TV: game 6, which I’ve got on a memory stick. Yay!

Also, I think I rec’d about 200 posts the next morning. The sea of green was insane!

Apparently Cano and Granderson are spotted in a night club named “barcode” in Taipei after the game.

Many people are pleading all the hot girls to go there immediately in an attempt to leave superior genes in taiwan for the future of baseball.

Across the hall from my room, watching my friend’s TV. When Renteria’s ball cleared the fence I let out a shout that I’m sure everybody in the 2-story buidling heard.

When it was over, only tears. :’)

I left work early to try to get into Public House. However, when I arrived the line was already out the door and I had to come up with a plan B. I rushed to a couple of other bars with no success. Ultimately, I managed to squeeze my way in at 21st Amendment about 30 minutes before first pitch. I force my way towards the bar when, amazingly, the guy at the stool I was leaning around offers me his seat because he’s not staying for the game.

After the game I ran, jumped and hugged my way around Mays Field with my fellow Giants fans. When I reached the McCovey statue, I called my dad and said, “I’ll see you Wednesday.” On my way back to BART, I walked down the middle of the Embarcadero, high-fiving the people in the seemingly endless line of cars.

It was perfect.

I went down to see the game at Civic Center Plaza on the screens. Some of my friends were watching the game at their house but they weren’t really huge fans, so I declined since I wanted to be around rabid fans like I was during the playoffs.

Fortuitously, I ran into a bunch of old college friends while standing in line at the Senor Sisig truck, and they had staked out a nice spot in the front of the crowd.

Afterward we went to the part of Mission at the edge of the Excelsior District and did crazy stuff like run between the cars in the traffic jam while giving high-fives and holding banners and blankets. One of our friend’s coworkers was dressed up as an ersatz Timmeh complete with jersey, pants, and long, flowing brown hair and everyone congratulated him on his performance.

I was at a bar in Folsom with my parents and neighbor/close family friend. The family friend kept buying me PBR’s, and I was drinking them somehow. My mom showed up in the 8th inning. She had been in LA from work, and literally drove straight from the airport to the bar. She hadn’t called us or anything, but just knew we would be there.

With 2 outs, the bar’s owner started putting dixie cups of champagne on the bar, and I started freaking out that he was jinxing the Giants.

When the final out happened, the place went nuts. We were all hugging each other and random strangers and drinking shitty champagne. It was the best.

We had “formal dinner” (yes I’m serious never send your children to boarding school) from 6:00 to 7:15 on the night of game 5 and since I was already in trouble for ditching a lot of other obligations for postseason games I was really worried I wasn’t going to find a way to get out of it. At the last minute the assistant headmaster told me I could skip dinner and watch it at his house. I had cross-country practice until 5pm and I remember taking a shortcut on my run to get back faster, sprinting up to my dorm to shower, and making it to his house just in time for the first pitch. When B-Weez recorded the last out I went to the student union building and joyfully watched Edgar Renteria get his MVP trophy with all the other San Franciscans.

TL;DR boarding school makes it REALLY DIFFICULT to watch Giants games but I managed to do it because I am endlessly devoted

What kind of fries do I get from 5 Guys, (never been there before, going today for lunch) 5 guys style or cajun style?

We, and our entire neighborhood, went nuts when Renteria hit the home run and even more nuts after the final out.

We were jumping up and down, cracked open a bottle of Dom and all met up at our neighbors’ place with three other couples drinking ever bottle of champagne we had between us while watching all the celebrating and a shirtless Murph!

Sitting in a pub full of Dodger fans in SoCal, secretly wishing they’d lose so I could get back to the City for games 6 & 7. Oh well, it all worked out for the best, and seeing the dispair on the Dodger diehards after the Renteria bomb was worth it.

Attempting to capture the monkey that had just flown out my ass.

I was at my friends’ house near Lakeshore watching the game in their living room. I actually didn’t get there until about the 8th inning because I left work in the middle of the game. I heard Renteria’s home run on the radio while I was on 280 passing Daly City. After the game we popped champagne and finished the pizza.

I was at a restaurant/bar with hubs, my two daughters, my brother and his friend. After Renteria hit the home run, we walked to the Civic Center area. It was nuts, I couldn’t see the screen, so I listened to the radio instead. Afterwards, we drove from the Civic Center, thru Union Sq., down Market, down 2nd, down King – high fiving everyone – and ended up in the Mission. When we got home, we watched the whole game again.

celebrating on MCC too.

Yay Uncharted is here!!!

I was in my living room pacing around like a mad man. I think my wife was concerned for my well-being. After the game, I immediately called my dad.

Spent five days in Coeur d’ Alene and when they won we were on Hwy 395, halfway between Susanville and the Hwy 70 turnoff…..A car load of crazy, yelling GIANTS fans.

At home. Drinking champagne out of the bottle for two reasons. Celebration and sadness because I had just got text dumped. During the game. My real celebrations and emotions didn’t come until opening day and night.

It really conveys what an amazing community this site is, and the overwhelming joy we all felt that night.

I think it’s a good reminder to us, in our grumpier and less charitable moments from this past season (see: every time Bochy started Cabrera at SS), that what happened last November 1should never be taken for granted. There are lots of long-suffering fanbases that would give anything to feel the way we did.

When Wilson turned around and crossed his arms, I shrieked once and then went into shock. Mr. O went for the champagne and we spent hours watching everything we could find on television, and then on-line. I still tear up when I see videos and replays on DVD and even sometimes when I look at my cork from a clubhouse champagne bottle.

It won’t happen again, folks; there can only ever be one first time. But I’m betting the second one will be just about as wonderful. I say we find out next year. Who’s with me on that?

…from a wind ensemble concert that night. The concert wrapped at eight p.m. Central, so figured the game would just be getting cranked up. I had no idea that the awaited pitching duel between Lincecum and Lee would take place not in game one, but in game five.

By the time I got home, the game was in the seventh inning. I flipped on the TV, still wearing my tuxedo from the concert, and stood there for a few moments trying to figure out what I’d missed. Then, about five minutes later, Edgar Renteria hit that amazing three-run shot and I jumped up, screaming incoherently.\

I was too nervous to do anything but watch, so I sat (and stood) in front of the TV for the remainder of the game, transfixed. It was an incredible night.

Yelling at my wife, who has no clue about baseball.

seems weird that the Indians would sign pickup Lowe (38 years old, 9-17, 5.05 era with a good team) for $5M, but decline Sizemore at 8.5M?

Some people are trollin’ it. Not me though.

After the Giants sign CJ Wilson do you think that they will be willing to trade a guy like Jonathan Sanchez for a big bat like Justin Upton?
by Sports Radio is Awesome 3:10 PM

After they sign CJ Wilson? You must know something i don’t. I’m suspecting Wilson to the Yankees.
by murban 3:11 PM

watching with a bunch of old friends ranging from diehard Giants fans to the casual bandwagoners, as well as Mrs. Me and the mini-Mes. Much hollering and high-fiving all around. Can’t think of anywhere I would rather have been!

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They think Giants will pull Beltran and JRoll

of the playoffs or the WS. But then phone calls with my daughter, my wife, friends all over the country. Tears. Short breath. Numb. Exultant.

Went to Steffi’s as it was the closest place to my new job and the only Giants fans I knew so far at work were undecided as to where to go. Watched the game by myself and celebrated as much as one can if they’re stuck in the corner of a crowded bar. After the game, I walked up and down 2nd street and tried to head to the ballpark before I realized I was a long MUNI ride from home and it was late. The mayhem on 2nd Street was infinitely more fun than the celebrations in the bar, that is if you’re into randomly high-fiving people driving by in their cars or splitting beers with strangers at a corner

an explosion in the financial district?

watching on TV, sitting on the edge of the sofa. Last batter comes up, and I tell my husband to get all the breakables out of the way. Wilson sails in that last strike, crosses his arms, and I go dancing, whooping, screaming and jumping all over the den! Hubby and I had a bottle (or two) of Cali red to celebrate. Unforgettable. “Fuck yeah!”

I was in my living room, dancing and jumping up and down with a panda hat on my head, black and orange mardi gras beads around my neck, my black Matt Cain #18 t-shirt on, and eye black on my face getting smudged away by tears of joy! :D

Heard the final pitch on the radio.

I was at the bottom of section 317 at the Ballpark in Arlington. I couldn’t sit down and stay still and the guy behind me kept telling me to sit, so I went to the bottom of the section near the tunnel. My brother was in another section and I knew he was going to be running over there to find me anyway. I hugged a lot of strangers that night.

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I was in my apartment on the SJSU campus, with Giant Steps (aka BFVCE). We were engaging in certain activities when Renteria hit the home run.

So, I was driving back from LA. Had Halloween with my cousin, who is a HUGE Dodgers fan. We watched G5 together and it was all kinds of schadenfreude. Especially when his daughter was dressed as a panda. So, anyways…son, GF, and I drove back up, hit Sacramento in about the second inning, and went to my Dad’s house in Davis.

Tears, champagne, tears, hi fives, hugging, tears, elation, relief, tears.

My older son was in Maine and not able to share the joy. And this made me cry. A lot. He was raised on Barry and is an AVID Giants fan, at 17.

Happy Ann’y everybody.