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Published: Sunday, 14 October 2012 16:49
Our Heroes Wow Us Again
SPORTS FEATURE - October 2012
Story by Sari Wisoff and Ashley Salinas; Videography by John Hassen; Interview by Miles Andersen, KC Badala, Miguel Friedman, Taylor Galla, Sean Gannon, Scot Hogan, John Hassen, Zak Kopstein, Marcus Narodny, Alina Rainsford, Ashley Salinas and Sari Wisoff
From Branson, Marin Academy, Marin Country Day, Marin Horizon, Marin Catholic, Marin Waldorf, Redwood High, San Domenico, Tam High and Terra Linda High Schools
WWe drove up to the AT&T Park, minds filled with nothing but the Giants logo, staring out the window of the car at the building in which our heroes spend their days. We were given our emerald green press passes and led down hallway after hallway, through the paths so familiar to the players of our favorite team, and then up a small flight of stairs into the Giants dugout. Our eyes widened as we saw the players warming up on the field, the empty green stands, the colorful advertisements, and the AT&T Park sign standing bold and beautiful against the crystal blue sky. Our nostrils flared as we took in the smell of churros, hotdogs, and all that other ballpark food that you just can’t get to taste the same anywhere else. Our ears sharpened to the sound of the Michael Jackson music in the background, the crack of the bat, even the hum of the plane flying low over us dragging a Geico banner behind it. Our fingers itched to touch the bat lying on the bench of the dugout, to catch one of the baseballs being thrown by the Giants players as they warmed up, to feel the blazing San Francisco sun on our faces.
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Holding tightly to our press passes, we walked through the player’s entrance at AT&T Park, winding through hallways baseball legends have walked. The sun shone brightly through the small stadium opening we could see ahead. Upon entering the dugout, the towering walls of the park glistened, seeming brighter and more magnificent than ever as if calling for fans. Tunes of the Grateful Dead drifted in and out of our ears—it was Jerry Garcia Night.