The sun sets in the West...

Welcome to my new blog! Some of you may remember my blog "The Grape Crusher," which has been on hold for a while. To those of you who actually read that blog: sorry for neglecting it for so long! For those of you who haven't read that blog: don't worry! This one's going to be better, covering and array of topics (not just wine), and I'm going to be better about uploading pictures, videos, etc!

So that said, for this first post, i'd like to refer back to its title "the sun sets in the West." This, of course, is referring to the Giants finishing it off last night!

Man, I have so much to say i dont know where to start! Well first of all, i hope that champagne is Cook's or Andre (something that deserves to be sprayed all over and not actually ingested). Secondly, i love this picture because i think my bearded neighbor Brian's expression really captures the sentiment that all of us here in SF felt: pure euphoria. So while our boys were spraying champagne and hopefully finding a cool place to party across enemy lines, we were all getting hyphy ourselves:

This image takes me right back to Isla Vista during my college years. But people weren't jumping over piles of flaming debris because their team/city FINALLY won a world series. They were hurdling over flaming couches because, well, they were drunk and it was a random Tuesday. But last night was definitely better than any Halloween in Isla Vista, not only because cops didn't stop people from drinking and smoking ganja in the middle of the street, but because this moment has literally NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE! Sure, the Giants won a world series in 1954, but that was in NY, under completely different circumstances. This WS victory marks the FIRST for San Francisco, EVER! and the first in a long time for the Giants.

So i'm not even going to get into all the players and how they're a riff raff of misfits that no one believed would make it this far. But in the words of Tim Lincecum, "F*ck Ya!!!"