One third of the way through the NL West death march to the All Star Break, and my focus turns toward third base. Mr. Pedro Feliz has put up with a hell of a lot of criticism this year from the fans, from the media, and . . . uh - ther people. Anyway.

It’s time for it to stop. What was thought to have been a typical ‘Happy Feet Streak’ has developed into a stable source of disciplined offensive prowess. Mr. Feliz, welcome to my fantasy team. I know it isn’t much, but it’s all I have to give. Thank you for all you have done this week. keep up the good work.

Next project, Armandos attitude.  It’s coming.

It may have been the last segment. It may have only been 20 minutes (including commercials) but the topic is still germane to the experience we own as Giants fans.

What does it mean to be a Giants fan? It’s a good question with no single answer. But I will say this, a fan (short for fanatic) is going to do more than just watch and enjoy the event at hand. A spectator or even enthusiast perhaps, but a fan will give something to the game.

Whereas orange is not a very flattering color for many people, myself included, it is just a small gift to leave at the alter. A widows mite, a greater gift to the players we cheer than the club that owns them. To really own your fanaticism you must sacrifice something. To own yourself and your destiny you must be willing to step out of your comfort zone. You must be willing to offer something to the gods of baseball if you want to witness magic, if you wish to catch lightning in a bottle.

And that my friends is the message for this away stretch. Watch, cheer, and broadcast your support this next two weeks, and consider what you are willing to give to see a miracle at China Basin.

There was a lot more orange at the park today. Enough to get Krukow to comment on it. And the Giants won. Swept the series. Got one step closer to first.

A sea of orange my friends. A sea of Orange.

SFist: Wine Snobs and Baseball?:

Here we are 2 seasons later and the situation hasn’t improved. Seats distributed by corporate ticket holders to employees with warnings not to ‘act up’ ushers escorting ‘loud fans’ from box seats.

Let’s put away the cell phone, tuck the laptop into the trunk of the Volvo, and make some noise for our team. This is Baseball. The last thing you want to do is catch a foul ball with your $1999 laptop.

I am still overwhelmed by the support this email has received. For those of you who missed the show, there was the usual rant from Salty Balty, who did not agree. That’s okay, cause Salty speaks from the heart every time he calls in. He is a fan.

David Fleming did not agree. He made a valid point about the Giants organization and their efforts to make past players and stars available to us at the park. He spoke of a rich history. He spoke of a management that was very aware of what it meant to be a Giant. It was all true, and yet it also spoke to my point.

The management knows. The Clubhouse knows. But the fan isn’t getting it. Dave, you illustrated my point. There is a disconnect between the organization and the person in the stands. The History and the spectator. The Drama and the occupant of space at 24 Willie Mays Plaza. Else why do they sit, whilst others cheer?

We are fortunate as to have announcers and broadcasters that understand this game, this franchise, and this audience. But your comments made me realize how little I really know about my club. So I will make a greater effort to understand. Meanwhile, I would like to see a new advertising campaign from the top. One that doesn’t encourage disinterested sunbathers to merely occupy space.

In the mean time, It is our responsibility to get out to the park and take back the seats from idle spectators, to make some noise, electrify the air, and get our boys pumped up.

To Bill of Pleasant Hill,
I can’t figure out how you get to the park. Unless you take 215 all the way around the base of the peninsula, I can’t see how you get there without crossing a bridge or taking BART through Oakland or catching a ferry. But come on Bill, who takes the ferry?