I erupted with a crowd of thousands outside Civic Center as the Giants won the World Series for the first time since they moved to San Francisco.
We jumped and screamed and hugged strangers.
We flooded Market Street.
We danced in the streets when the crosswalk light turned green.
(We cleared the streets when the light turned red.)
We ran down the line of honking cars and high-fived the drivers.
We drank too much Orange Fanta.
We climbed on bus stops.
We closed down the busiest street in the city.
We stopped the buses.
We cheered for hours.
We saw the City unite.
We are Giants fans.