A while ago, Olga Talamante and I had made plans to meet this eve to discuss an important political matter.
I called her earlier today when I realized that this could be the Giants’ night to win the World Series.
“Any chance,” I said nervously, “we could get together at a bar and watch the game before we talk politics?”
“I’m so glad you called about this,” she said. “I’m a big Giants fan.”
So we met at a downtown restaurant with a big TV, drank cocktails, ate appetizers, and screamed with everybody else.
Don’t let our political friends know that we put the Giants first.
And please don’t tell them that I beeped my horn all the way home.
Giants Beat Politics
