last night we watched the Giants v. Phillys game, cheering for the giants (DUH!!). not only was the end of the game met with much jumping [good thing we dont live above anyone-yay basement apartments...], but the whole game was high anxiety. if you arent familiar with the giants style of play, they are like the utah jazz-a last inning team. another word for it? TORTURE! oh, but torture never had such great results. brian particularly had some strong feelings, just not the ones you might expect...
brian, talking to the seth a few hours before the game: yeah buster posey is my boyfriend, and i have a man crush on kung fu panda.
brian, when Affeldt was put in: if Affeldt wins us the game, ill have to cheat on buster with him...
a few minutes later...
brian: GIMME A KISS, AFFELDT!
a few minutes after that...
brian, looking at me: i may need to start seeing other people, honey.
im just glad that these men all live very far away from us.
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My Dad, being a true San Francisan that he is, can't even watch their games, only tuning in for a few minutes at a time. In his words, "they've been causing me anxiety since I was 6." Yay Giants, but you better keep your eyes on Brian. :)
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