Three games down, three wins.
That’s where the Giants currently sit going into Sunday.
It’s remarkable, isn’t it? Here they are, up three games to none in the World Series.
What do you do with that? Hope and wish, I guess. Game four on Sunday afternoon, fading through the dusk. Say you’re not nervous at all, you’re a liar.
Ryan Vogelsong is of the opinion that, politely, no, he will have none of this and prove you wrong.
The Vogelsong narrative is one that is a true narrative — one that, yes, will likely wonder if your allergies are acting up or if it’s dusty around wherever you are.
That he threw five and two-thirds and allowed no runs.
It wasn’t the best start of his career. You could argue that it wasn’t the best start of his postseason.
But by golly, it was enough to be a stellar start to keep the Giants in the game.
Because he’s of the opinion that screw you, he will get things done.
There was only one inning where the Giants scored runs.
There wasn’t any more.
Somehow, the Giants made their two runs hold until the 9th. For the second game in a row.
Back to back shut out, 2-0 wins? I’m sure they’ll take it.
Matt Cain takes the mound for the Giants on Sunday afternoon (or night, if you are not California-based).
This is Matt Cain, the Matt Cain, Matthew Thomas Cain — that one you probably heard about int he tales and epics passed on from generations that remind you how a troll became a star while trolling in the background.
Third starter at best in the regular season, fourth starter at best in the World Series.
He will also save the children, but probably not the Tiger children.