The World Series Champions Parade. Party like it’s 1954. But it wasn’t as gorgeously fairytale-like as the title might imply.
It’s being said that there were over a million people and it sure felt like it. Some of those people were also spraying champagne, and I, of course, got sprayed. This is called Diamond Girl luck. It was at least ten people deep at every point of the parade that I saw and as sweet as it was of some of the players to walk on the street instead of standing inside their bordering-on-incredibly-dorky-cable-cars, no one except those in the front row could see them. So from my vantage point, a lot of them were MIA. Still, the crowd was mostly happy and friendly and no denying it; the city was thrilled. In the BART train, in the mall, everywhere, there were chants and high-fives and random, happy displays of love towards the Giants, the city and each other. And the confetti falling from the sky was a bit fairytale like.
A day doesn’t pass where something important and Barry Zito related doesn’t happen, so without further ado…
(Photo from @bigleaguestew’s Twitter account.)
Hey, Barry. I hate picking on you. I’m going to try to be nice about this, because it’s nothing personal. I just thought we were over any sunglasses that had even a remotely aviator shape to them. ‘Cause remember? They don’t suit you. And you have to un-tuck that shirt collar if you wear it with that kind of sweater. A splash of color somewhere wouldn’t hurt either. I don’t know what, if any, is the dress code for the players in the parade, but I think something a little more fun and casual would be appropriate. Or why not rock a fedora?
If nothing else, get rid of the sunglasses, okay?
I hope they’re enjoying the Diamond-Girl-Karma-Infused trophy. All these player negotiations have made me turn my thoughts to the 2011 season. May the trophy bring us all good luck in 2011. I’m pumped- who’s with me?