Here I sat in a sea of black and orange as one of the few Phillies fans in the AT&T ballpark stadium. I could count on my hand how many red shirts and hats i've seen since first entering the stadium over an hour ago, this is the Giants territory after all. I was betraying my fellow Bay Area friends by wearing a red hoodie with 'Phillies' embroidered across the front, and lets not forget my red and white long tank top that I wore under my hoodie that I pulled down to end right above my butt. I knew by the end of this intense game I would be facing angry slurs that I knew would find me, which I completely understood and mentally braced myself for. I was a lone ranger today, riding my truck alone to the Bart station in Walnut Creek, sitting by myself through the entire ride into the city and then making my way onto Muni. Today was a stressful day, here I was alone and fighting off crazy Giants fans that assumed that they were the best team around. Everywhere I turned I saw orange shirts, jackets, hats, and the panda bear hats that graced the heads of many females and children. I sat on the edge of my seat the entire game, jumping up and fist pumping as Chase Utley hit a home run. The looks from the crowd was terrifying and I was nervous that I would have a drink thrown at me by the end of the 7th inning. I'm not a very big girl at all, in fact I'm far from intimidating. Standing 5'6, twenty two years old, thin frame, long brown hair, black rimmed glasses and bright green eyes defined me as a person. I can proudly say that I've worn black rimmed glasses since I hit double digits, and at first it irritated me when I saw that black frames became a trend and that everyone began to wear them. Ryan Howard, one of the best players in the eyes of many Phillies fans, held the bat tightly in his hands. Strike one- the crowd goes crazy. Ryan had his second strike and I gripped my seat in fear of him striking out again and him causing three outs. Fortunately for Howard, when Tim Lincecum threw a fast ball Howard swung the bat as hard as he could and hit the ball across the field and over the stadium. I watched the Giants water counter go up a digit as Howard ran the bases and made his way home. Since the AT&T ballpark was right next to the bay, literally right next to it, anytime a player hit a ball out of the stadium and into the water the counter on the stadium wall would go up. Right now the water counter stood at 58.
As the game came to a finish after a long and cold day I was proud to be a Phillies fan even more. We won 6-2 and boy was I screaming from excitement on the inside, of course I tried to keep a calm face as the fans surrounding me started booing and cursing at me. Doing a silent dance I watched as the fans stood up from their seats and began to file out of the isles. I kept my seat warm for an extra hour in fear that I would be badly harassed or even hurt if I filed out with Giants fans. My face was too pretty to be hit, at least thats what I was telling myself. I soon found myself standing and stretching. Looking around I saw fans lingering around in hopes to find their favorite player so they could get an autograph, what a waste of time I thought. Walking up the stairs and onto the main path of the stadium I walked past the closed food stands, hoping to find the garlic fries stand still open, I had the unfortunate luck of walking into someone. Of course, clumsy me walked so hard into the person I fell down onto my knees. I hung my head in shame, my hair covering my face, my hands plastered on the dirty floors. Wiping my hands onto my jeans I pushed my hair from my face and looked up expecting to see some bulky drunk guy in a Giants shirt just waiting to ream me another one. I scrunched my forehead and eyes as I looked at the guy standing in front of me. I wish a fat drunk man stood in front of me, but of course not, of all people I ran into it had to be a Giants player. And not just any Giants player, but the attractive pitcher- Tim Lincecum.
He smiled at me and held out a hand, a friendly gesture for someone who just lost a game. I grabbed it and stood up, brushing off my knees and legs before looking into his green eyes before thanking him.
"You didn't have to do that," I started, smiling softly, "I'm terribly sorry for walking into you. I didn't see you.." I bit my bottom lip and looked away. This was the most embarrassing thing that I could think of that has happened to me. Of all days I run into an attractive man he has to be a baseball player and I have to be wearing the opposing team colors.
"Its okay, are you alright? You fell pretty hard." He looked down at my hands as I held my palms up, they were dirty and red and hurt like a bitch. "You might want to clean your hands and get them looked at, you have no idea what could be festering on these floors." I laughed and nodded.
"Yeah, you're probably right. But its nothing that hand sanitizer can't take care of! It does kill 99.9% of germs, after all." I pulled my hand sanitizer from my purse and squirted a healthy glob onto my hands before rubbing the liquid into my palms. My eyes widened and I gasped as my hands burned as if they were on fire. Tim laughed, somehow finding humor in my pain.
"Come on, i'll take you to get your hands looked at. But first you have to take off that hoodie, I can't be seen walking around with a Phillies fan." He raised his eyebrow at me and crossed his arms over his chest. Boy was this man attractive and such a dick.
"No thanks, I don't think so. I understand that you're on the other team but that does not constitute me having to remove my clothing. I'm not a prostitute or a whore, and do not remove clothing on command. Thank you for your concern, have a nice day." I spoke firmly and walked past him. How dare he say that he cannot be seen with me because i'm wearing red. Fuck him. If anything I should be the one concerned being seen with him. What if someone snaps a picture of us and posts it on the internet? My family would have my head if they saw me talking to their nemesis.
"Wait! Hey! Wait!" I could hear his footsteps behind me, echoing in deserted hallway as he made his way to my side. "I was kidding, I swear. I really don't mind it, I really don't. You have serious balls for even coming here wearing a Phillies hoodie, I think you're a brave girl." He looked over at me and grinned, I didn't find this amusing.
"Thank you, but as I said already, have a nice day. Sorry for your loss, maybe next time you'll win." I made my way down the ramp that I walked up when first arriving to the stadium. I was irritated and my hands hurt, but the fact that he walked beside me made me nervous.
"Whats your name? I'm Tim. Tim Lincecum."
"Savannah." I replied curtly. I just wanted to leave this place and find food before jumping onto Muni to the Bart station.
"Thats a very nice name..is this your first time in San Francisco?"
"No, I live here in the Bay Area."
"I'm guessing your from Philadelphia?" I nodded before stepping into the bright sunlight. Finally free of the long ramps in the stadium I sighed as I looked for the Muni train. Just my luck, there were no trains at the stop to the left. Damnit, I should have left earlier and dealt with the asshole fans.
"Taking Muni, i'm assuming?" I nodded, so many questions for such a short period of time.
I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. I had no idea how to get home from here even though I was slightly familiar with the surrounding area. I remember walking past the stadium once before many years ago with a few friends, but what direction I came from was a mystery and how I got home was even more questionable. Damnit, I knew I should have brought my dads GPS with me.
"Just taking a shot here..you have no idea where you're going?" He looked in the direction I was looking in and then looked down at me. He was pretty tall, he had to have been at least five inches taller than me.
"Yeah, I have no idea. I'm so fucked. And Muni isn't here, I guess I could wait at the stop or just walk until I can catch a cab." I looked down the street in hopes to find a small sandwich shop. I was starving, it was my own stupidity for not eating lunch here at the ballpark.
"How about this, wait here and i'll get my stuff and i'll pull my car up and i'll take you to the Bart station..if thats where you're going?"
"Bart is my ultimate goal." I looked up into his eyes. "But I don't expect to get a ride from you. Don't worry, i'll find a way myself."
"I would not feel comfortable letting some girl walk the city alone, especially since you have no idea where you're going. Just wait, i'll get my things really quickly and i'll pull my car up. Please wait." He looked concerned, he really shouldn't be concerned. I highly doubt i'd get hurt, plus, all I wanted to do first was eat anyway. I could get directions from a server or use my phone to call a cab.
"Okay," I muttered, defeated. "I'll be sitting here waiting for you." I plopped myself down on the cement steps and pulled my iPhone from my purse. I saw his shadow turn and disappear. I contemplated if I should just leave without him, but he seemed pretty persistent and concerned about my wellbeing. It didn't take long at all before I saw a white porsche pull up to the curb, window rolled down and his goofy smiling face looking over at me.
"Come on, hop in!" I could hear blues music seeping out from his car before I even stood up from the steps. My insides quivered as I watched his face carefully as I walked towards his car, opened the door and slid inside. Not only did I bump into a drop dead gorgeous man, fall, bust my palms up, but now i'm riding in a porsche next to the man I just met.
"Holy fucking shit. This is the nicest car i've ever been in." I exclaimed as I fastened my seatbelt and looked around. Perfect dark leather interior surrounded me, and I breathed in the smell of the fresh leather.
"HA! Thanks! I love this car, its very fast." Tim revved his engine and laughed. Turning to me he smiled and continued, "Thank you for waiting for me. I was afraid i'd have to search the streets for you! Are you hungry? I'm famished and need something to eat." He rubbed his stomach before griping the steering wheel and pushed the gas pedal and raced us away from the stadium.
"I am extremely hungry, I haven't eaten since this morning." I looked out my window and watched as we passed buildings and people.
"What are you in the mood for?"
"Im not very picky, as long as I can eat somewhere that I can have a non-meat meal." He looked at me crossly before nodding.
"So much for not being picky!" He laughed and I joined in.
"I'm not! I'll eat anywhere really..." I trailed off and watched as we approached a large apartment complex.
"Thats good to know. Sorry, I have to let my dog out. He's been inside all day and I don't want to come home to a mess. Do you want to wait here or come inside?" We pulled into a numbered parking spot and he turned his engine off before turning to me.
"Err..well..I can stay here." I nervously looked at him. I don't even know this guy! For all I know he could be a serial killer at night!
"Nonsense, come on. You're coming with me. If anyone sees you in here they might call the police for thinking you broke into my car." We both laughed and slid out of the small white car. I followed him as we stepped into a luxurious elevator. I turned and looked down as he pushed a small black button on the panel and pushed a few of the buttons. I'm assuming he put a code in because right after he pushed the buttons the elevator lifted.
It didn't take long before the doors opened to an hallway filled with black and white photos of San Francisco. I felt a little sick as I looked out the massive windows that lined the left side of the building. We were so high up that people looked like ants from up here. I followed Tim as we walked a bit down the hallway before stopping in front of a dark mahogany door. He put his key into the lock and turned, pushed the door open, and walked into his apartment. I followed suite and looked around. Total bachelor pad. An impressive kitchen with granite tops graced the left side of the apartment. I watched as Tim walked down a large hallway and disappeared. I ran my hand over the black lacquered bar stools that sat at the granite table tops. Black leather couches sat in front of a gigantic television. I noticed that an xBox Elite, Playstation 3 and a Wii laid on the floor under the mounted television. Clearly this guy was as single as they get, I laughed to myself. I walked around a pool table that was fitted with grey fabric, touching it ever so softly before walking by the door and waited for Tim to return. I could hear his voice faintly as I waited for him patiently. I could hear a dog barking excitingly. Soon enough I could hear paws pounding on the cherry wood hard wood floors and was faced with a small white French bulldog.
"His name is Cy, he's really friendly." Tim said as I watched him walk towards me. Cy was jumping around my legs and panting loudly, I bent down and pet his soft fur and mentioned how cute he was.
"Everyone says he's way cuter than I am. He gets the ladies, thats for sure." I laughed and watched Tim lean against the granite counter tops. I sat indian style on the floors and rubbed Cy. Damn, this dog was so cute and so sweet.
"I love him! I want him!" I laughed, taking the dogs small squished face into my hands and giving him a kiss. I grinned and stood up, brushing myself off and looked over at Tim. "Well, are you ready now?" I smiled at his cheerful face. He nodded, walked over to his front door, opened it and held it open for me. He held the door open with his long muscular arm and I ducked under it as I left his apartment. He followed me and locked the door before we walked side by side to the elevator.