I actually sat down to write a blog post this morning but I was too nervous. There were a million and one clichés out there and the whole there is no way/we can totally do this refrain was running through my head. I decided to wait. I had to leave my radio and TV shortly after the game got started, so I got my score updates from a variety of roundabout means and finally got home right at the top of the 10th. I missed a good bit of the torture, but I also got to experience plenty of it. The Giants came out on top, 2-1, in the tightest of pitching duels.
Anna Wintour would be proud. (Or would she be? On second thought, she would probably not be the least bit proud. But you know what I mean.)
Ryan Vogelsong put together what has to be one of the more amazing and touching performances of the playoffs so far and when he told the story of Jamie Moyer’s text to him prior to the game on KNBR, the win took on a whole new meaning to me. Hunter Pence’s words, as well, that it was as simple as this team wanting to play a few more games together, were spot on. It comes down to that at this time of year, doesn’t it? Win or lose, there aren’t a whole lot of games left. We have to enjoy the ride – even when it’s terrible and torturous.
Barry Zito will take the mound tomorrow in a strange and fitting twist of fate and the world is pretty much resting on his shoulders. 1:07 tomorrow can simultaneously not come fast enough and is coming far too fast. Anyone have a bottle of nail polish to help me calm the nerves? Thanks. You guys are the best.