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Usually when a game is over I sit back and wait for the crowd to dissipate instead of fighting the crowd to get to the door, but after a few minutes I realized nobody was leaving. It was the last Giants home game of the year, and the True Fans did not want to let go of this season. So we headed for the exits and encountered little traffic for a while, but then we were in a sea of orange & black-wearing fans, all yelling LETS GO GI ANTS (THUMP THUMP of Thunder Sticks), LETS GO GIANTS, THUMP THUMP. It took us about 12 minutes to get out. I told Misha how the 54,000-seat Tiger Stadium was famous because at full capacity it could be emptied in five minutes after the end of a game. But at Pac Bell Park, all the levels and tiers concentrate into a single vomitory, and the ramp became more and more crowded, and the fans never let up in their chant, sheesh. We were lucky enough to have a drunken guy with one of those four-foot plastic trumpets blasting away as we walked down the ramp. Then finally we were down to the street, and the fans were still chanting, and the streets were unprecedentedly taken over by the fans. We paced down 3rd street, something you could ordinarily only do at 3am. Misha said the only comparable thing he'd encountered in the streets was Mardi Gras. It was the best World Series game I've ever been to. World Series ticket |
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