11:47p

a brush with greatness
last Sunday was a nice family day watching the A's
and Giants at the ballpark.
My brother got a bunch of bleacher seats, so
we - my brother, uncle, me, my bf, my cousin's bf, my
brother's friend and some other extended family
members - took in the cloudy San Francisco
weather to enjoy a little baseball.

It was a classic Filipino baseball outing complete with
my Tita B and her bag of baon.
She is the absolute sweetest lady.
When I came walking in our section with
my clam chowder and hot dog from the food stand,
she was flabbergasted.
'Why did you buy food?!", she asked, "We brought a lot here."
[signaling with her chin towards her two bags]

And sure enough, like any upstanding tita, she busted out with
*pandesal with chicken adobo sandwiches
*a PHAT bag of peanuts
*a PHAT packet of red licorice
* bottles of coke (for EACH of us)
*leche flan (no, I'm not kidding)
AND
* a box of Menthos to complete the course.
Yes, life was good.

To top it off, me and the bf just happened
to get a chance to talk to Willie Mays, the only
living baseball legend of our time.
Aside from his towering stature, I couldn't help
but stare at his hands.
They definitely belonged to an older Willie Mays, but
it gave me chills to think that those hands
were responsible for making history,
for contributing to the greatness of this awesome man.
i felt really lucky to have had that opportunity to meet him.

At the end of the game, me and the bf had a lot of time
on our hands.
On a whim, we decided to hang around 'backstage".
I'm glad that we did because we were able to see
the players up close, especially my favorite - Mr. Snow,
the hottest first baseman ever!
It was fun to become a total fan for that moment.
Me and the bf were totally indulging in it.