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And that was the ballgame.
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. Continue reading
Doug Fister versus Madison Bumgarner. Bumgarner, he of the 2012 postseason starts that did not go well. Fister, he of the Northern California roots and Giants fan background.
With the way the odds were, Fister seemed to just have a better chance of winning this game for the Tigers. Bumgarner hadn’t been having the stellar starts some thought he would have this postseason; Fister has been extraordinary.
Tonight, it was a pitcher’s duel. Continue reading
And so the narrative went: Barry Zito going up against Justin Verlander? None chance. No way would the Giants win here.
But Pablo Sandoval happened. Along with the rest of the Giants offense. They chased Verlander out of the game after four innings and 98 pitches.
Zito, though? He went five and two-thirds, giving up only a run. One walk, three strikeouts.
And that was the new narrative they were building for themselves. Continue reading
Down three games to one. Your team’s got Barry Zito going for them on the mound in an elimination game.
That’s the end of that, right? No hope, no positive thoughts, no nothing.
Then something happened. You could say it’s because the Giants had luck on their side. Maybe #RallyZito had some magic in it. The fans were actually loud enough. Who knows? But the Giants had it these last three games. Continue reading
A thoroughly hypothetical work, with apologies to Mr. Zito for the undoubted inaccuracies. I freely admit to being one of the many doubters mentioned a couple times in this piece, and to that, I can only say “Way to shut me the hell up.”
So you’re a big-league baseball player – already an achievement, at any level. You’re one of the elite, one of the best few hundred people on the planet at doing what you do. And then to be a starting pitcher? That’s practically mythological. The few, the proud, standing on center stage, every move dissected. In the parlance of baseball, you win and lose the game.
And as it turns out, even among the best of the best, you are on another level. You’re part of one of the game’s great rotations, contending year in and year out, and in one glorious year, you are awarded the title of Best Pitcher In Your League. Hundreds of people pitched thousands of baseball games that year. According to the professionals of the sport, you were better than any of them; maybe just as good as one other guy. What a rush that must be for you. What a mountain you’ve climbed. And of course, that comes with other rewards. Continue reading
Just how awful was it?
Well, if you’re going by the way everyone talked about the game, it was over the minute Tim Lincecum threw his first pitch.
And I’m going to be straight up honest here: I totally napped throughout the last five or six innings of the game. I can’t even figure it out. That’s probably a good idea in retrospect. It was that bad.
It was the kind of bad where you wish you were watching another game instead except then you realize, “This is the only series that’ll be on until the World Series starts.”
And you feel like you’re going to bang your head against a wall. But don’t do that. That’s not gonna end well. The Giants are already that much of a headache. Continue reading
The 2010 Giants fought their way to the NLCS, only to come up against unstoppable killing machine Roy Halladay, the greatest pitcher in baseball. They had no chance to match the Phillies’ powerhouse offense. Then Cody Ross snuck up behind Halladay and beaned him with a fistful of quarters.
Those same Giants somehow managed to make it to the World Series, where they were met by Cliff Lee, an invincible demigod of postseason pitching. Pundits speculated on what miracle it would take for the Giants to win 4 of 5, as they obviously had no chance in either game against Lee. The Giants’ entire offense mugged Lee in a stairwell, and then when he came back for another round Edgar Renteria was waiting. Continue reading
Oh for the love of.
That was not fun.
Yeah, the Giants managed to battle back a little. That was good.
But it wasn’t enough.
The Cardinals are a scary good team. It was obviously not going to be a cakewalk for the Giants. Which is fine — they’ve proven themselves before and battled back in the NLDS.
But, this. Man. It’s quite scary to think about how much the Cardinals can do when you least expect it.
It also doesn’t help when you’re expecting it to be a nailbiter — in the sense that it could be a 1-0 game, not 6-0 quickly and then rage-demolishing your nails.
I’ll admit — I ended up tuning out the rest of the game following the 5th inning. Both bullpens just shut everything down and featured some good relievers. It was also a sign that the Giants offense would not get anything done along the way.
So game two is tomorrow. It’s still early in the series to lose hope. Best of seven, after all. (But I’ll still be hiding under the table.)
I hate to bring it up, but, man. That last inning was torture. Oh, there’s a chance for the Reds to come back? I’m going to throw up.
But Scott Rolen struck out on a Sergio Romo no dot slider and everyone takes a deep sigh of relief.
And the Giants are moving on to the NLCS.
Are there any words for this?
I mean, aside from composing an aria about the wonderful, amazing majesty of Buster Posey. That’s a given.
Go celebrate, Giants fans. Then Sunday, the whole process starts all over again.