During what part of the celebration do people decide to put down the champagne, stop high-fiving and start setting things on fire? When does the happy cheering turn into blind rage? It’s like it goes from “Yeeeaahhhh we love you! We love this town!” to
“Let’s burn this mother DOWN.”
I suppose people start to snap when they hit their peak champagne (or beer, or shots, or everything) limit, and then they transform into a blacked-out mob of riotous rabid animals. It’s like a flash-mob moshpit of painted faces, blow-horns and panda heads. You can’t keep those people enclosed. They need to get out! They need to run out into the streets and gather. It doesn’t matter where, just out.
Usually the gathering happens around the dude spraying free champagne everywhere and singing chants, then it moves to around the small fire that someone has set, or to a MUNI that’s been taken hostage. Then the other blacked-out rioters follow, and then the lesser blacked-out people observe from atop a parked car or on someone’s shoulders, and finally the more peaceful and more sober group observes from the periphery holding their iPhones in the air to get a shot of the riotous middle. That was me last night after the Giants won. Had it not been Monday night, and had I drunk about 2 more strong drinks, I would’ve been one of the car-top observers, but one that kept her top on.
Yep, that’s right. That guy in the last “To This” photo is flashing his privates to the SWAT team. That’s how euphoric he was to win last night.
{photos via SFist.com}
