
The San Francisco Giants once lived here in New York. In those days, before TV and jet planes, the Giants cross-town rivals were in Brooklyn, the hated Dodgers - who are still hated even as they moved to Los Angeles.



Busses full of fans, hands full of beers and hearts full of hope that the Giants will prevail - and the Yankee fans won’t kill us.
The lowly Mets went down 2
games to 1 in their park where Giants colors outnumbered the locals. But the hated Yankees are playing for a
chance to make the playoffs, are sold-out and are not anxious to have a bloc of
rabid rivals taking up seats.
They
give us the farthest highest section in Yankees Stadium where even Babe Ruth
couldn’t hit a ball. The anthem
has me looking down at the flag - but all the Yankee fans can look up to
our sea of orange, and can hear us too.

We cheer the Giants, the
Yankee fans respond with a loud collective “BOOOOOOO!” The beer vendor changes loyalties
(trade before team), and the Jumbotron in centerfield judiciously avoids
showing our section. Great fun -
until the most hated player on the hated Yankees - ARod (Alex Rodriquez), hits
a grand slam homerun to win the game.
The Babe would have been proud.
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