What better to do on a Friday night in San Francisco than go and watch the Giants play.
The baseball-enthusiast concierge at the Mandarin Oriental went beyond his call of duty to secure us some last-minute seats on Club Level at AT&T Park.
As a baseball virgin, I was awestruck by the enormity of the ballpark, the legends on the field and the Friday evening turnout of orange-clad fans. The game was equally captivating, a fast moving battle of nerves, in which the Giants were elevated to the status of the gods against their erstwhile rivals, the Chicago Cubs, who unfortunately came out on top by four runs at the end of the game.
The rules, I decided, were simple, while any confusion was cleared up by the beer.
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