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I’m a Giants fan, even if it kills me

Four years ago I was regularly called a bandwagon fan when I mentioned my support of the San Francisco Giants.

I started following the Giants in July or August of 2010. The guy I was dating at the time is a fan as is one of my best friends, who I worked with at the time, so it was easy to watch a game when he had it on and then talk to her about them too. That guy and I broke up in August of 2010, but I kept watching, aided by the individual TVs at the brand new gym at Sac State. I lost a pant size or two and watched the guys reach their first victory since the team moved from New York in 1958.

If you know baseball, you’ll know that August is too early to know which teams will be in the playoffs in October, so if I was already watching, I definitely wasn’t the bandwagoner many people called me during the post-season and into the 2011 season. The type of people who call other fans bandwagoners though? They don’t really care about details like that.

I really wish that some of those people could see me now.

In case you don’t follow baseball (or me on twitter), the San Francisco Giants won the World Series last Wednesday and it was wonderful.

Wednesday itself was kind of awful for me, what with being sick enough that I ended up going home from work at 10AM. But nothing was going to keep me from going to Cheesie’s to hang out with my new Giants fans family and watching my boys play the last game of their third World Series in 5 years. That’s actually why I went home sick. I knew I wasn’t going to make it through both work and the game, so my options were to go home before the game and sleep, or try to make it through both and definitely have to take the next day off, also possibly passing out during the game.

When I got to Cheesie’s, most of my crew was already there for the first time in the post-season. See, the day before was the first day that I was not there early, meaning that we did not get seats until I got there and wrangled some up a couple innings later. Even though they were already there, I still had to play the mother-figure and secure us seats. As soon as I did, the lovely Morgan went out to get gummy bears and brought me back some cough drops, which definitely got me through the game.

At some point in the night I ended up noticing how swollen my tonsils were and when 22-year-old Toby seemed to not really believe how sick I was, I had him feel my neck. His eyes got wide and I think he gained a whole new respect for me. Plus, he now knew why I was only consuming cough drops, gummy bears and liquids. Anything else would have been torturous to swallow!

I decided after the first inning that if I was going to be there all night, I might as well have my normal cocktail. I mean, the alcohol would only kill the germs, right? Well, that’s when the final piece of my normal viewing habits fell into place and the Giants immediately scored two runs. You’re welcome San Francisco.

I’ll spare you all the details of the game, the important part was that it was wonderful and my boys won and the whole bar went crazy for a good 20-30 minutes (we’re not in SF guys, it was later in the evening for us and our bosses didn’t understand if we needed to not show up the next day) which included me dancing to a few songs on the high bench I’d been sitting on all night.

I knew that I would feel terrible the next day, but in the moment I was pretty ok. Especially since I’d been thinking about giving the cute barback my number and decided that if Madison Bumgarner could finish out that game for us, I could give an adorable man my number. It went fairly well, except for one thing that you can figure out from tomorrow’s post.

The real problem started on Friday. Surprisingly, I felt ok on Thursday, but on Friday it was terrible to be at work. It was really good that I never made any Halloween plans because all I wanted to do was go home and sleep.

And sleep I did.

For some reason, I couldn’t get to sleep before 10 on Friday, despite being in bed by 7:30, and then I woke up at noon on Saturday feeling even worse. I’ve barely been able to get out of bed since then, though I did manage to get to Michael’s for a pick-me-up when I also went out to get soup-ish supplies.

It’s now Sunday evening and pretty much all I’ve done this weekend is eat the potatoes and carrots I boiled in chicken broth and then added noodles and corn to, which means that I’ve somehow lost 3 pounds and my voice.

I’m pretty sure that I’m dying, and it’s all because I went to watch the Giants win the World Series on Wednesday instead of sleeping and getting better. 100% worth it.

I think.

At least no one can call me a bandwagon fan now. I mean, how many of them are risking dying to watch the game at a bar?

Birthday float

The float down the river yesterday was a lot of fun. The sun burn (okay guys, I admit it, I was sunburned) is not going to be fun as it peels, but the parts that don’t peel are gong to be a pretty killer tan!

I don’t think I’ll find/make the time to go again this year, but next year it would be nice to do again with a little bit of protection.

I’d been worried about the cost, but since an awesome friend had an extra inner tube to lend me, it wasn’t an issue. I will probably consider getting one myself next year, though there is an appeal to the raft that was entirely out of the water and seemed more defensible against the attacks from other rafts.

The raft also seemed much sturdier in the one actual rapid part that we went through. I got lucky that my foot caught the rope that tied the tubes to the raft, if I hadn’t ended up pretty much stepping on that, I would definitely have ended up under the raft, and badly beaten up on the rocks underneath.

After floating my roommate and I invited everyone back to our place once showers and naps were had. I didn’t feel 100%, so I ended up laying on my bed for most of the night. It was kind of awesome to hear everyone having fun though. Kept me from moping and wallowing, even if I wasn’t there to partake.

All in all, not my ideal birthday, but not a bad one either.


Sometimes, when I’m sick (like maybe now) and a little bit congested, only one nostril will actually be blocked, but it’s a little more frustrating to breathe than both being plugged up. I guess I’m too stubborn to breathe through my mouth while I can technically breathe through my nose. Breathing through my nose is more difficult for me to do, but I just don’t like mouth breathing.

Also, I feel a little bad for anyone who may or may not hear me snoring tonight. It’ll probably be worse than normal.

I love when I forget that I schedule something to post later and then I get a comment on it so I get an email reminder that it exists!

For the record, I’m about 97.4% sure that I, in fact, do not have snot droplets all over my house. For one thing, when that conversation happened, last week, I wasn’t really moving around the house all that much.

In other news, this semester is kicking my ass, and I just made a meatloaf.

I’m a better hippie when I’m sick.

Yesterday I went to the store, and not only remembered to bring my reusable bags, but also decided to go with recycled tissues rather than the oh-so-tempting Puffs Plus with Lotion.

My nose doesn’t hate me quite so much as it could, but it is building quite the friendship with my tube of Neosporin. I’ve got to tell you, it’s a damn sexy look.

Can I have some water?

I really honestly don’t get how mouth breathers exist. I’m pretty sure that I could fall asleep with a stuffed nose, if it weren’t for the fact that my mouth is drying out every 3.7 seconds.

Mouth breathing has always kind of grossed me out in the past, and I’m sure that it will continue to do so when I can hear someone doing it, but now I will have a bit more respect for them when I notice it.

I am not invincible.

Sorry to break it to some of you, I know that y’all worship me and everything, but sometimes I simply can’t do it all. I found that out this week based on what I thought was caffeine withdrawal. Turns out, lots of those symptoms are the same as whatever flu-like thing I’ve got going.

I came home from work after only 2 hours yesterday because I was pretty much useless. I was really trying to stick it out until the second key holder came in so that they had better coverage, but I really couldn’t. I then proceeded to sleep through the afternoon on the couch while half watching Sunshine Cleaning.

Then my angel Blythe came and brought me some soup! The food helped tons, and I felt much better before bed, though I ended up calling in sick today to make sure that I’m really getting over whatever this is before getting back to school on Monday.

Too bad I don’t have any grand stories about awesome adventures or anything, I think I’m going to be a grown up and not go out dancing tonight no matter if I’m feeling amazing later or not. Instead I’ve made some magnets and now I’m going to do what I can to catch up on the homework that I’ve gotten behind on while being sick.

HA! I wrote that hours ago, and have not gotten around to any homework, nor even posting this!

I was able to watch a few episodes of Ugly Betty and every episode of Glee on Hulu though. And now I’m about to go flip out on the neighbors who are playing music way too loud. Yes I realize that it’s only 8:30. Apparently I’m a grouchy invalid.

What a day.

Sorry I don’t have a relevant picture, but I love this one by Nicole Hill Gerulat.

Today was a bad day. I let little things get to me after calling in sick to work and I just kind of wallowed in the bad day for a little while. I asked for strength though and was able to make it through.

Then I got to talk about some things that I’ve been wondering about with a good friend.

I’m getting to bed later than I thought I would, but I think I’ll sleep pretty well and be able to get up at a reasonable hour tomorrow and take care of some things that I’d like to get done.

Tonight is much better than I expected it to be and I’m looking forward to tomorrow being even better!