My day started with disturbing news that my yahoo email had been hacked. Despite that, I was excited to join my good friend and fellow sports nut, Mary Ann outside the Giants game. We were both anxious to see the Giants clinch the NLDS with a sweep of the Nationals. We held on to a glimmer of hope that perhaps we could find "reasonable" tickets outside the park. No such luck. The market was beyond hot with prices ranging from $200 to $100 a piece. We proceeded to plan B. Watching the game at the Public House, something I'd never done. The crowd spilled over outside, so we headed next door to Mijita for a pitcher of margaritas and a delicious shrimp salad. The price of the pitcher was stiff, but we enjoyed the rowdy crowd and felt good about our viewing spot until the sun beaming through the window became too much. Or maybe it was the fact the game was still scoreless. After a quick trip around the park to see if perhaps in the fifth inning we could snatch two cheap tickets we returned to the Public House. I ordered an ice coffee and we shared a delicious hot fudge brownie sunday sitting in the back of the restaurant. The game was still tied at 0 and Madison Bumgarner was commanding the mound. But the Giants' bats were also quiet thanks to outstanding pitching by Washington's Doug Fister who threw seven shutout innings. This was a classic pitcher's duel, until the dreadful seventh inning. MadBum gave up a hit and a walk. But the biggest blow came when the 25 year old lefty grabbed the ball after a wimpy bunt and sent a wild throw that Pablo Sandoval just couldn't reach. Two runs scored on the error charged to Madison. Then to add salt to the wounds, Asdrubal Cabrera who watched game two from the locker room after being thrown out at home delivered another RBI to end the crushing inning and Bumgarner's day. It also marked the end of Bumgarner's postseason shutout street at 22 innings. As bad as things looked, they were about to get worse, for both me and the Giants.
In the ninth, Bryce Harper, hit a massive solo home run off Jean Machi. As the Giants fell to 0-4, we got our check and I grabbed my wallet to pay. Sandobal started our half of the ninth with a leadoff single and we put on our rally caps. Bus then, as the change arrived, I reached into my purse and felt nothing. My wallet was GONE. In less than 20 minutes from the time our bill arrived and I retrieved my wallet to pay, a man dressed in a white shirt grabbed it out of my purse and exited the Public House. Our server came to help and with the Manager they viewed security cameras and saw what happened in the extremely blurry video. In all the commotion, we missed Hunter Pence's double and Brandon Crawford's fly ball that lead to the Giants' first score. But as I was filing my police report. The game and San Francisco's 10 game postseason winning streak came to an end. My wallet which was a gift from my deceased father is gone. My credit cards are now cancelled and tomorrow aside from dealing with the dreadful insurance company for new id cards, I'll have to tackle the DMV for a new driver's license, no fun, but I do believe things are about to get better for both the Giants and me.
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