We celebrated the Giants yesterday. And every picture I took looks the same.
There were 999,999 people there. And 999,872 of them had rancid body odor. And pushing and shoving problems.
And let's just say Timmy Lincecum's not the only one smoking a questionable substance. Or using a potty mouth.
Thank you, San Francisco.
Thank you for an interesting, raucous, foul smelling near-stampede.
Thank you for making my husband crazy happy.