1991, Candlestick Park, the SF Giants vs. Montreal Expos. My dad took my friend, Pearl, and me to the baseball game, to cheer on our home team. As a native San Franciscan, the Giants have always been a part of my personal history. When I was a kid, every summer the SF Public Library held a summer reading program. When you finished reading a certain number of books, you got a prize: either a paperback book or tickets to see the Giants. I always picked the Giants tickets.

It became a tradition for my dad and me every summer to head down to Candlestick park, bundled up in a few extra layers since it was always freezing at the ballpark. We'd munch garlic fries and order my absolute favorite, malted ice cream, eaten with a wooden spoon. And somehow, it seemed that every game we went to, Barry Bonds would hit a home run and the Giants would win. It was baseball magic.

Last night was no different, when the Giants won their second World Series game in just three years. Sam + I chose to listen to the game on the radio (what can we say, we're old school) and when that last strike was called, we grabbed each other and started jumping around the living room. Again, baseball magic! So excited and so proud to live in The City of the World Champs!

1991, Candlestick Park, the SF Giants vs. Montreal Expos. Photo by Robert Soto. — 1991, Candlestick Park, the SF Giants vs. Montreal Expos. Photo by Robert Soto.

Oh -- and that game in 1991, the Giants won, 10-3.

(Can't wait to see more wedding photographs? We'll post more soon - we just covered a beautiful wedding in the Santa Cruz mountains a few days ago.)

xoxo,

Ariel