Go Giants – Woo! (My semi-encounter with Andres Torres)

Today was supposed to be just another ordinary Saturday.  Ordinarily, I head to the mall/grocery store/someplace that wants my money, because I’m bored out of my mind at the house and I don’t want to stare/worry/despise  the messes that I haven’t got to cleaning yet.

It’s 11:00 am and Serramonte looked fairly normal, as suspected. The hip-hop wannabes decked out in their colorful gear, the old men and women on their way home from The Mall Fitness club, and the all the time, every time, extremely packed side of discount-shopping-mecca Target. (Seriously? All the time.)  

But, heeeey, there was something different.  There was a zig-zag of orange and black colored people standing in line on the side entrance which was spanning around the corner wall near Jamba Juice.

After going inside for (God knows what!), making a deal with my persistent son, (that if he could spell the 5 words that I asked, he could get a train, which he did!)  and grabbing, then putting back, then grabbing, then putting back another unnecessary (or maybe I should ) can of Unscented Aqua Net – I passed by The San Francisco Giant’s Dugout store to buy myself a little bracelet – a bracelet which I have wanted forever and now wanted even more since Jonathan Sanchez pitched a no-no last night.(Woohoo! My heart melted with his pops being there.)  

Since he stopped to greet me, I asked the dugout guy what the line was for. He replied that  Andres Torres and Sergio Romo were going to have a meet&greet at 1:30pm and if I wanted to buy a ticket, I could, over around the corner (where I saw the ridiculous tiger colored man line) I politely refused, walked in, grabbed my bracelet, was rudely cut in line by a little kid, which took a little more time since little kid had to ask how much every pencil and pen on the counter cost – which was really all good, fine, and dandy since the stall was actually a blessing in disguise. 

As I was collecting my change from the dugout girly, I noticed her off in a daze as she handed me my change. I turned to see Andres Torres entereing the store. Smiling, greeting, and getting the low-down on what was planned for his event. As I was walking out, he looked my way and smiled… I smiled back, only to be courteously bumped into by the other, much bigger, burlier, and wider dugout employee (who was absent-mindedly also in a daze staring at Torres, no worries though, he apologized very kindly)… Which totally knocked me off track. At that point, he (Andres Torres) was literally standing about two feet away from me and so I… I walked out the door. It wasn’t even close to 1:30 pm. Gosh! He was there EARLY – it was like 11:45 am and, really, I am a big poohead that wasn’t about to go freaking bonkers about this totally adorable and normal guy that so happens to just play baseball on national television for a living. Even of I did, and always do have my Canon on me. But…

Seriously, a smile will do.

I passed by the humongous and never ending line thinking “neener, neener, I got a smile. For free.”

Hehehehe and the little baseball fan inside me said that that was COOL! I witnessed that he was just so nice, and friendly, and human(and so gosh darn cute!)

hehehe…

So, this ordinary day turned into something a little extraordinary. With my chance encounter with Andres Torres and my four year old being able to spell all five words – FOX, RAT, DOG, CAT, and BOX.

(I know, he’s my genius. He deserved like a thousand trains for making me so proud.)

Life is pretty good.

xoxo

Go Giants!,

M

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