This post is dedicated to the team that I’ve come to love, and that I’m praying will make it to the World Series: the SF Giants!
I never thought this day would actually come, but I finally understand baseball. You’re probably laughing at me, but it feels like a huge milestone. After watching many games in San Francisco’s beautiful AT&T ballpark, I finally understand (and love!) the game.
For instance, I now understand that when the umpire waves his hands horizontally, it means “safe” and not, as I initially thought, “no go.” (Doesn’t kind of look like it would mean that, though?!) Also, I learned that the little kids who ran to grab the bat were actually bat boys, and not really, really short players. It’s taken me a while, but I now get pretty much all the lingo, like NLDS (National League Division Series) and NLCS (National League Championship Series). I even love how everyone gets up at the 7th inning to stretch and sing the baseball song.
Now, if only I could understand American football.