The streets of San Francisco bound with happy orange, have made my fall and inspired a book, skipping, and waking with a smile on my face everyday. There's a float to my step and a joy picking up the heels of this city and threatening to lift the concrete.
On World Series streets of San Francisco I've seen Santa Clauses on a pub crawl, a kid run out in the street with his father when Renteria hit it, another behind a TV announcer with the T-shirt "I'm from 'Frisco, Bitch," prop 19 shirts ablaze with Lincecum, a ball park hugged in thick black beards, and a city ready to party.
Patti and I were in Mo's after novel initiation, between burgers and the win. And it was better than their Malt Mocha Shake I love so much, and if we got to 50,000 words this month, I blame the inspiration of the rally thong, veterans, a rookie, a long haired two time Cy Young winner, and the entire Giants organization.
We all took off with the parade, even though we could see nothing but the sea of orange. And it was the most beautiful ocean I'd seen in a long while.
Gracias Gigantes. Muchas Gracias.
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