She has been called a “Rabid Fan” of the San Francisco Giants Baseball team for many years.
She only buys black cashmere sweaters and has a dozen: turtlenecks, V-neck, cardigans, and pullovers. She has multiple pair of orange pants: capris, leggings, jeans, shorts, khakis, crepe–de chine cocktail-party appropriate, boyfriend jeans, wool tangerine-colored, tailored trousers and kooky black/orange-plaid hot-pants.
She has two pair of orange sequined high-heels.
Her jewelry drawer is filled with orange and black San Francisco Giants logo bracelets, rings, necklaces and earrings. There are too many hats to count.
She can spout statistics like a fountain; she is passionate about “her Giants.” Through the years she has had crushes on Panda, Posey, Pence, Panik and Romo – and all the Matts and Brandons – the list goes on.
In the last 10 years, she has starred on the Kissing Cam five times -with five different guys.
He was a Giant’s fan in grammar school
His dad took him to Giant’s games at Candlestick Park when he was in grammar school in the 1970’s. He has called it Candlestick or “The Stick” his whole life. He is a walking Baseball almanac with an encyclopedic knowledge of the game.
In 2009, he was on the committee to get the Giants to play one more game at ‘The Stick’ for the 50th anniversary of the original 1960 game. Much to his disappointment, it didn’t happen.
On May 29, each of them attended the pre-game, Orange Friday Happy Hour at Seals Plaza. Moustache Harbor played soft rock. It was serious party before the big game against the A’s.
He saw her across the busy, raucous, space. He said he felt like he had seen her before. Deja vu all over again? The party was mayhem. It was like a Mardi Gras event- men and women and cocktails, music, and all things Giants.
She demurs that she did not see him. It is hard to miss a 6’5 man wearing an orange shirt and orange pants. He claims, he stared at her, he smiled and he raised his glass to her from across the space.
It will be another year before she admits that she can’t see a thing without her glasses.cupid
The next day, she signed on to the Facebook Kruk and Kuip page and posted her opinion of the game. He saw her articulate analysis of the game- recognized her picture – and fired off a compliment. She responded within seconds. And he wrote back. The flirty exchange went on for 15 minutes-before Mad Jack from Brisbane- horned in and said “Hey! You two! Get a room!”
She “friend-ed” him on Facebook. They exchanged phone numbers and spoke on the phone – for a very long time.
“Say it ain’t so, Joe!”
Turns Out: They both loved ’70s first baseman Willie McCovey; both attended Washington High School – four years apart. He went to Cal for two years –transferred to a small, liberal arts, college. She left a small school and graduated from Cal. They both lived in the Marina District – at one time – and both– frequented Mel’s on Geary and they met there for their first date.
They spent hours talking baseball – in a flirty – one ups-man-ship kind of a way.
Later they went to “The Shrine” – AT&TPark. They kid that they will name their twins Kruk and Kuip.
“Love is the most important thing in the world, but baseball is pretty good, too.”