This has a point, I swear.

While standing on the sidewalk saluting a drum major as he marched past, I felt really dizzy and ill. It was about 90 degrees, and wearing thick black wool uniforms and leather-covered shakos in that weather gave me a bad case of heat sickness. I puked in a nearby bush and my boyfriend at the time, the kind soul and sousaphone player, dragged me home.

This is related to the game. Really.

I remember watching some of the game lying on my floor and feeling near death. Beck's huge moment animated me from the near death on the floor, and I even leaped up off the floor when Brian Johnson hit the home run.

Giants baseball brought me back from the dead. Or from the near dead. Those two events, the band review and subsequent sickness, and that 1997 Giants game, are forever intertwined in my memories.

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Hey!  I saw that!

When Steady Eddie grounded into that DP I screamed so loud that my neighbors thought I was injured in some way.  Same goes for the BJ home run.  It made me miss the Bay Area so so much that I eventually moved back.  Moments like that were few and far between back in those days but that one stood out in a huge way.

Too bad Mr. Johnson couldn't stand being obscure: http://www.baseballthinkfactory.org/files/newsstand/discussion/brian_johnson_hard_to_dispute_that_bo nds_cheated/