Giants baseball, torture?
Torture is more torturuorus remotely, when you can’t see the game live or even on TV. Try getting the info on the web by Smartphone from a not so convenient spot. But there we were at the Millennium Restaurant’s backroom waiting for every download. And when the screen flashed that Howard struck out looking, there was no prompting needed. That was it. The Giants were in. The Giants fans in the room toasted, gave the Russ Hodges’ cheer, then returned to our tempeh.
But when I got home I wore out the DVR. I couldn’t get enough. As a long-suffering native, I’ve been admiring this team’s four year evolution from the arrival of Lincecum. It’s always been entertaining, but who wants to be a loveable loser?
The final pieces didn’t come together until this May. First Posey, then Burrell, then Ross, Ramirez and Lopez.
And now the team feels like a real team. A real championship ensemble, a cast of characters with no real superstars like Giants teams of old. There’s no a Mays or a Will the Thrill or a Barry. The Rangers are that type of team this year with Josh Hamilton. The Giants are crafted differently. It’s like Brian Sabean went down to the “pick and pull” to put together a race car. Hardly, a Ferrari, but when all the cylinders are firing, it’s enough to get to the finish line by a nose.
I predicted the Giants in 6 against the Phils. This time, I figure the Giants will win the first two at home, with Lincecum and Cain. Cody Ross will again be a key performer, but Posey and Burrell will also liven up. And so will Pablo Sandoval. In Texas, the Rangers will show off their stuff and take two of three, with Lincecum winning game 5. The team returns to SF with a 3-2 series edge. Game 6 will be closed out by Matt Cain, a nice antitdote to the mid-term election disaster that’s looming. We’ll all need an escape from the impending doom, and the Giants will be there to keep our minds off the heavy matters. And why not, the history will be thick. The Giants win at home, the first time ever in SF, and the first time since 1954 for the franchise.
That’s the dream. Believe it.
I’m taking inventory of what I wore on that night Wilson struck out Howard. Lucky clothing? I think it was my socks with the border collies on it.
My border collie’s doesn’t hit. But boy can he catch a frisbee. His name? Coincidentally, it’s just like the NLCS MVP.
Watching different media. Unbelievable how the Giants get no respect for going through Oswalt, Halladay and Hamels. No love for the Giants from national media. But that’s good. The Giants are the underdog in the Underdog World Series.