There is something special about the beginning of the Giants games season that makes my heart flutter. No, it’s not the returning obnoxious traffic on the Embarcadero or the smell of stale beer on Townsend. It’s the fact that this is the time and place when the fans of all races and ethnic origins, fat and skinny and bridge and tunnel and ghetto alike, unite in their attempt to be and act like white trash.
One of my friends who lives in Europe told me that he doesn’t follow soccer because according to him, that’s the sport for the lowest common denominator where he lives. Little does hie know about how low that denominator can potentially get. Go Giants!