Filed under: MLBSAN FRANCISCO -- "You go, girl!"
And with that simple utterance, more than five decades of heartache and frustration yielded to jubilation and exhilaration, because there on the large TV screens was Tim Lincecum -- "Timmy," to one and all -- being hoisted atop the shoulders of his teammates, his long, glorious hair fluttering, his right index finger pointed upward, his legacy as one of this city's toughest, most charismatic sporting characters cemented forever.
Inside The Midnight Sun, a noted gay bar in the heart of the Castro district, there were joyous tears and spontaneous hugging of strangers and fervency epitomized, scenes replicated throughout the Bay Area Monday night after the San Francisco Giants won their first World Series championship since moving here in 1958.
Everywhere you went, from the Castro over to the orange-bathed Civic Center, from Nob Hill to China Basin, it was impossible not to get a contact high. Sure, the sweet smelling wafts from unchecked imbibers intensified the rush - San Franciscans party exactly like you think they would, no matter how Proposition 19 fares -- but this buzz was all natural, born out of the magical ride the Giants took their fans on these last few nutty weeks.
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