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I do not like baseball. I am sorry, but I said it. Whether it is because I do not understand the rules or because I find it boring to watch, I have never made the effort to go to games, nor joined in the hype for a specific team. However, being from the Bay Area and spending most of my time in San Francisco means that I am continuously aware of how the Giants are doing this season.
Last week, my boss organized a company outing to AT&T park for a mid-day Giants game. I wasn't thrilled, to say the least. It would be nice to get out of the office, but a game I didn't understand held in a venue that offered no safe food to eat led me to believe it was going to be a very long afternoon.
I could not have been more wrong! There was so much excitement in the air; the energy from the fans was palpable. Little to my knowledge, the Giants were close to moving on to the next round (see I don't even know what it is called, how embarrassing). And I kept thinking that I needed a piece of Giants clothing. When the crowd jumped up or a base steal or home run, I actually jumped up too, and shouted and waved my arms. One could say I got "too" involved in the game.
The best part of my ballpark experience was the food. I was starving by the time my co-workers and I got to the game, and I kept thinking I was going to go hungry for the afternoon. I was pleasantly surprised to find that one Budwiser stand was promoting their Red Bridge gluten free beer by selling a beer and gf hot dog combo. Overly excited about the hot dog, I bought it quickly, covered it in ketchup, relish, and onions, and scoffed it down in 30 seconds. I even thought about buy a second dog, but then decided it would make me feel sick from eating too fast.
I truly felt like a 6-year-old, the sheer joy of being at the game with a messy hot dog, sun in my face, and screaming at the other team. The Giants won, I didn't really know what was going on, but I do know that it was a great afternoon.
I suppose the best part about being a Celiac are these suprising little moments that cause more happiness than what the average person would experience. (Oh, and the Budwiser stand is in section 112, I suggest everyone go!)