Well, we did NOT Beat L.A.
Yesterday I had to nix my workout because I found out that after the game I was going to have a houseguest, so I spent my day cleaning. I think it is almost as bad as a workout though. The hauling of heavy, oversized bags of laundry and linens. To the laundromat. From machine to machine. Home from the laundromat. Oh, the exhaustion. Then I had to wash a huge sink of dishes because I am a slob and had not been cleaning up after myself. Oops. Then, the floors had to be cleaned. Really, having people over is way too much work, especially when all I could think about was getting to the park and having fun.
At some point during all of the frantic cleaning I got pretty hungry. I could’ve had some lunch, but knowing that I would be eating heavily at the park, I was trying to be frugal with my calorie consumption. I decided on a Glo Bar.
The Dark Chocolate Roasted Coffee flavor has so far been my favorite of the Glo bar selection I received. The flavors sound bold, like they could be overpowering, but really, they’re just the perfect balance. I think if I order again, I will stock up on this flavor and the Adore (s’mores!) bar. They are great. What can I say? I’m a chocolate kind of girl!
My co-worker, Peter, showed up at around 3pm. I was cutting up my orange honeydew melon (from my CSA box, of course) when he arrived, as I was still a little on the hungry side. The melon essentially tastes just like cantaloupe, which isn’t surprising as it is a cross between the two fruits. I realized while slicing melon that I had NEVER actually cut up a melon before. Seriously. I guess every time I’ve ever eaten melon, someone else has prepped it. Anyway, first time or not, I managed to cube the entire thing and so we had a snack of melon while watching some TV.
(Please excuse my camera strap. It was not part of the delectable snack, merely a bystander…)
After melon, we ended up heading to a bar for a beer to kill time before the game. After an Anchor Steam, we headed off towards AT&T Park. He had never been there on public transportation, so I think he felt a little claustrophobic on the T train. I had told him that it would be less stressful if we just walked from the Ferry Building, but we were running a little behind, and walking would have taken longer. Luckily, we got a seat and the ride was only mildly irritating. You see, as we both work in tourism, crowds are not our favorite things.
After picking up our tickets it was time to be herded into the park like cattle. Everyone struggling to get to the bathroom FIRST. Get their beer FIRST. Get to their seats FIRST. But before all of that could happen, they had to get through the gate…FIRST!
Due to their enthusiasm, this was the best shot I could obtain pre-game…
Our seats were pretty amazing. I haven’t sat in seats so good since the Giants have been at the new park. I usually sit in the upper deck seats, as they’re much cheaper, but Peter hasn’t been to many games and he wanted to sit somewhere better…so he treated me! The view is rather nice:
I would like to, at this point, start writing a nice long explanation all about how I brought tons of healthy snacks with me, to avoid the temptations of the ballpark. Or that I hit up one of the many gourmet food options at the park and had the most delicious, deluxe salad or fruit plate that you’ve ever seen. That, however, is not the truth. I won’t lie to you. I like ballpark food. For me, going to the game means: hot dog, garlic fries and beer. Plain and simple. Now I could’ve gone and purchased a healthy option, and maybe I should have. The thing is, I only go to a game or two per season, and I know that I would be looking at my fruit plate with pure hatred if I bought it instead of what I really wanted. It’s all about moderation. Sometimes we eat out and have a billion calories. That’s just life, and we shouldn’t go around being scared of that or denying ourselves special treats that make us happy. I don’t eat that way everyday, and as long as it stays that way, we’re good. I pretty much agree with what Caitlin said the other day on Healthy Tipping Point: If you want the onion rings, get the onion rings.
Or in my case, the garlic fries. And hotdog. And beer. Unfortunately, Peter and I were so hungry, with the game already going on by the time we got to our seats, I forgot all about taking a picture of our dogs and the garlic fries we shared until they were all gone:
They were so good. I can’t even explain it to you how good they were. No regrets, baby, no regrets.
I did remember to take a picture of my beer:
The game, unfortunately, was not as awesome as the food. Pretty much nothing happened for six innings…then all of a sudden we walked a few Dodgers, one of them got home and scored a run, we had a huge error and then we spent the last couple of innings trying to make a come back. The game FINALLY got exciting right at the end. We had 2 outs, it was the bottom of the ninth and the count was 2 and 2. We somehow get a player on base! Yes! The whole stadium is up on their feet, chanting, “BEAT L.A.! BEAT L.A.!” The excitement is pulsing through the stadium. And then…the game is over. Third out. We lose. Sad.
The Dodgers fan sitting next to me was clapping and cheering our defeat.
San Franciscans are sore losers. As we walked down the stairs, making our way out of the park, a fan started chanting: “Still in FOURTH place! L.A. Dodgers! Still in FOURTH place! L.A. Dodgers!” That’s right, we’re all class in San Francisco. We don’t rub it in that you’re practically at the bottom of your division in standings. Nope. Not us….
This loss put us back 1.5 games behind the Padres for 1st place in the National League West and 1.5 games behind the Braves for the Wild Card. We aren’t out of it yet, but boy, I wish we had won. I always feel better when we win a home game…especially if it’s against the Dodgers. Oh well. It was still fun.
Now that my house guest has left, I should probably get up and get a workout in….run off some of those garlic fries!