I am a GIants fan.

So, Mom & Dad took me to the A's game last night. I hated it. I was really tired after partying at the tailgate party in the parking lot, and it was way too loud in the stadium so I could not fall alseep. I cried after every loud noise. After the 7th inning, Mom could not handle me feeling so uncomfortable and made Dad agree to leave.
Great, now I am going to grow up having an unnatural fear of hot dogs, beer, and the people dressed in the color green.