It’s funny how long a baseball season is, days that feel like weeks, weeks that seem like months, months that linger like…. Like taking the World Series all the way to Game 7. Game 7, really? Um, yes, really. I will admit that I only watched the first three innings of Game 6; I love my team, but am not a masochist. And as for yesterday’s contest….
During most of yesterday’s contest I was cleaning. Also decorating; we’re having a party on Saturday, plenty for me to do while attempting to avoid Game 7. Once I absorbed Game 7 was necessary, okay, sure, fine, WHATEVER. Maybe it was for Tim Hudson, one more chance for that man to make a difference. Maybe it was for me to thoroughly clean out my microwave, which right now is spotless. Maybe it was for TV ratings or radio personalities or….
But no. It was for one young man, nearly the same age as my eldest, to make history. And for one team to denote that no matter how many challenges are presented in that LONG LONG season, sometimes miracles occur.
Just ask any Giants fan who endured the 2014 season; we were hot, we were not. We barely scraped our way into the playoffs, and then….
Then it was time for a team effort, led by a pitcher who was bolstered by twenty-four other men who played gritty, gusty, and sometimes as sketchily as in June and July. But ultimately they would not be denied. Kansas City was a formidable foe, buy hey, together we are Giant.
To celebrate, I bought newspapers this morning, right after seeing my husband, clad in his SF Giants t-shirt, out the door. I had papers from 2010 and 2012, and this win demanded similar treatment. My local grocery store had the San Jose Mercury-News, which was all I could get my hands on two years ago, but I wanted the San Francisco Chronicle, what I purchased back in 2010. I bought the SJ Mercury News, and some apples for later, then proceeded to drive around my neck of the Silicon Valley woods, finally stopping at a Safeway, where Chronicles remained. I picked up a few, I couldn’t resist, then giddily returned home, pleased with my booty. This is a moment to be treasured, even if yesterday’s game is one for the books. And tomorrow, I’ll watch the parade from home, probably with a vacuum in my hand, thrilled for the Giants organization and the thousands of fans who will brave the forecasted rain to fete those men who once again brought a championship back to the Greater San Francisco Bay Area.
They play at AT&T Park, but they belong to all who call the Bay Area their home.
I’ve known this feeling before, in the 1980s when the 49ers won their trophies; it’s a fantastic rush, but the Super Bowl is one game. The World Series is seven, bless those Giants’ hearts, and was nearly too much for me to take. As Bumgarner threw those final pitches, my chest muscle was pounding, then nearly popping from my rib cage as Blanco and Perez bobbled Gordon’s hit. But San Francisco wouldn’t be denied, as another Perez popped up to Sandoval; the ball was caught, the game was over. Finally, FINALLY this series had ended, and oh my goodness I was so glad it was done.
I don’t know why I am so affected by sport; it’s only a pastime, but for some reason, this pastime clutches at my soul, wringing it until all I can do is holler UNCLE. It’s the drama obviously, also the thrill of victory. With baseball, it’s this long slog of days from town to town, team to team, as injuries and life battle to take the wind from players’ sails. And that is exactly what happened to the Giants this year. But San Francisco has a knack for bringing in relief mid-season; Cody Ross in 2010, Hunter Pence and Marco Scutaro in 2012, and rookies Joe Panik, Andrew Susac, Matt Duffy, and Hunter Strickland in 2014. Suddenly a team has new life upon which to draw well into the post-season. Panik made an outstanding grab last night, probably what shifted the momentum for the Giants. Then in came Bumgarner, and….
No more truly needs to be said, other than I’m very pleased for the team, and for the fans. I’m grateful to be at the end of this season, not sure how much more I could have taken. The thrill will be savored for a good number of days, then considered again when some other improbable event occurs. This win was improbable, if looked at from a usual view. But if you asked any of the Giants, I’m sure their answers would be different.
This was why they play the game, this was their goal. Now achieved, I wish for them, their families, and all those within the organization, one heck of a good time. And many thanks for all the heart-stopping but immensely satisfying treats during the 2014 season.