The City of Brotherly Love: Phillies at Giants (game 3 NLCS)

Mama had the good fortune to see our Giant’s beat the Phillie’s in person at AT&T park in San Francisco yesterday.  Being a fanatic for the orange and black myself, I was hoping to accompany her, but the ballpark only offers one day per season dedicated to doggie admission.  So, Wilbur and I had the pleasure of spending our day with Chris Wagner of Waggy’s Petsitting in Folsom, which was lovely (but certainly not playoff- game lovely).

When mama returned she relayed to me, in her exhausted and exhilarated state, her fantastic experience at the playoff game.  The game was great for many reasons, the obvious ones being the Giants won, Cody Ross hit for the first RBI (again!) and the heightened sense of love from the crowd towards their team was delicious.  But, the best part of the experience was not even about the game, it goes much deeper than even a playoff situation.  Let me explain.

Yesterday’s playoff game took place in San Francisco, the city where my mama lived for many years as an adult and she grew up only 15 miles from this spectacular city, so for her, S.F. is home.  San Francisco is known for it’s ability to embrace differences and for being on the cusp on cultural change.

Mama often says that she is grateful to have grown up in the Bay Area because she was inundated with the messages of tolerance, kindness, entrepreneurialism and open- heartedness.  Yesterday, these qualities of mama’s lessons embodied the crowd at AT&T park to a degree which my mama had never experienced.

Since the game was in San Francisco, the crowd was heavily weighted towards the home team, with few Phillies fans sporting their red and white pinstripes in the throng.  As these red-jerseyed infidels walked the concourse there were a few boos and catcalls, or course, but not what you’d expect.  And not what these Phillies fans expected either.

You see, when mama approached one of our opponent’s fans, his comment was “I’ve had one guy boo me and ten people ask me if I was enjoying my stay in San Francisco.”    He found this very strange, as he had expected confrontation.

Another supporter from Philadelphia said that more people asked him, with concern, if he was being treated well in the stadium than booed him.  Another shocked baseball-lover from Philly.

A female fan in full Phillie’s regalia said she had never been to California but had expected fights with the local fans, “like in Chicago and Boston”.  She had only been assaulted with pleasantries and restaurant recommendations, not with words or fists, yet, strangely, she seemed disappointed.  She sarcastically asked if the entire city smokes “what Timmy smokes” since everyone was ridiculously friendly and kind.

Philadelphia is known as the City of Brotherly Love, but San Franciscans taught these visiting fans a few things about what that title really means.  It means being courteous and respectful even towards your rival’s supporter.  We feel very proud to be a part of the City by the Bay and our victorious Giant’s.

Winning or losing, San Franciscans demonstrate dignity and respect.  “Just think like a dog”, I always say, and these fans obeyed!



  1. Bruce Barone says:


    How beautiful.

    And tonight, my Dear Atticus, you remind me that my Mom, although born in Iowa, was, as we often say, “from California.” Her parents owned a diner next to the Cow Palace! It was called “Lawsons.” I have a photo.

    Thank You for this reminder as my Mom passed away many years ago at age 54 from cancer. I think I will now read letters from her to me–she wrote thousands.

  2. Atticus says:

    Your grandparents had a diner by the Cow Palace—cool! We went there often as kids – all the events were there (circus, rodeo, etc…).

    I’m touched that the post brought back such sweet memories of your mom. You are so fortunate to have all those letters to read through…

    Peace & respect -

  3. Great review and great insight into SF. I moved to CA in 1969 from NY to San Diego for my last 2 years in college. It was a beautiful location but it just didn’t fit right with me. The people, the politics, the sensibilities were just off from what I believed and felt. One day I drove up to San Francisco to see the city. As I was driving over the Bay Bridge, Pachelbel was playing and the closer I got to the city, the louder it played and the entire city was bathed in sunlight was was just so…clean (understand I was used to NYC as a city!). Even before I entered the city I knew I was home. the people did nothing to disuade me from my feelings as they were kind and loving (well, it was the ’60′s and all…)

    Sounds like psycho-babble but I’ve always felt that people are drawn here by the energies. I love SF!

    Candace Davenport ~ Little Books with a Big Message

  4. Atticus says:

    Ah, Candace… I can picture you driving over the bridge, listening to Pachelbel & finding your home! As I read this, I picture you in a convertible making your virgin trip into the city. (ok, so may I over-romanticize things!).

    Psycho-babble or not, SF is a special place that seems to draw special types of people. Welcome home! (40 years late :) )

  5. I too love San Fransisco and want to live there. I have visited twice and just love the feel of the place. I feels quite small for a big city and the vibes – but then I’m a hippy at heart and was always fascinated by the hippy history of the city.
    Peace :)
    Louise Edington
    International AuPair Finder

  6. Atticus says:

    Louise, you would love living in SF. There really is an embracing vibe that I’ve always felt (maybe that’s the hippy thing–which I love too).
    Thanks for your continued support!!


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