The roller coaster simile has been used one too many times. And besides, I took a roller coaster for the first time earlier this summer and it was hell all the way through. Whereas a yo yo goes up and down, good and bad. Like the Giants. One day I feel all wonderful about them, the next, not so much.
If only everyone were Giants fans, there would be no need for sleeping pills. Rooting for this team is exhausting.
Thankfully, last night was a high moment in the yo yo thing. A 2-1 victory over Houston, who are, bizarrely enough, starting to feel like a rival to me. That’s probably just my twisted mind, seeing as they are 43-89 (ah, ouch) with the worst record in Major Leagues. But I do feel that way all the same. Like I really, really want to beat them.
And as if I didn’t already love Madison Bumgarner enough? He waxed eloquent (well, eloquent for a baseball player) about the fog last night and how it makes it harder for opposing hitters. I wanted to fly across the bay and hug him. Seriously. No one ever says that. I, personally, like the fog because the fog is cozy and lovely but the opposing hitter thing is true too.
The game ended with a bang with Santiago Casilla spurring more than a few, Who needs Brian Wilson? comments over the internet. And in my mind. Leaving aside Wilson comparisons, Casilla was very literally perfect and came through in a huge way with our closer on the DL and a tenuous 2-1 lead.
I think if I had gone ahead with my flying-across-the-bay-to hug-MadBum plan, I would have hugged Santiago too.
This evening will bring the first Major League start of Eric Surkamp which I am simultaneously very excited and very nervous about. MLB debuts tend to be very good or very bad, you know? So I am just crossing my fingers tight for this to be one of the former.