My first baseball game

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Last Friday I was picked up early in school by my two stepbrothers and we headed off to In-n-Out for a quick bite to eat. After we were finished we got back into the car and headed off to see the San Francisco Giants play. The drive felt like it took forever, but that’s cause I was just so excited. Once we arrived into the city we met up with my dad and headed off for dinner before the game. After about an hour and a half, we decided it was a good time to head out. Standing out in the bustling city my dad managed to call out a taxi for us. From there it was a straight shot to AT&T park. Once we got there, people were swarming around our taxi trying to get inside the stadium. Thousands of people were styled in orange colored jerseys, hoodies, and hats. The streets were filled, and there was a very exciting feeling inside me growing even more by the second. Once we left the taxi and got inside I was moments away from an experience I would probably remember for the rest of my life. Only after I saw the stadium and the field did I truly, for the first time, feel the love for the game. We arrived and the Giants were already down three. It was the bottom of the second and Giants fans simply weren’t having it. They were rooting for San Francisco with all of their hearts and coming out with creative ways to taunt and slander Milwaukee fans and players. As night approached we managed to tie up the game at four all. After some time the vibe turned to a sense of panic as the Brewers scored themselves two more points. Not long after that, the game was finally lost for us. With no luck by the batters we couldn’t get back into the game. Brewers won 6-4  and San Francisco fans had nothing to say about it. It was a good game and I enjoyed watching, regardless of losing. Both Saturday and Sunday the Giants won, so maybe we just picked a bad night to watch. Nevertheless, I had fun and hope to see them again soon.