It’s been over a full 24 hours now since the Giants won Game 5 of the NLDS and gave themselves a spot in the NLCS and I’m still kind of in a state of disbelief. The odds were not in the Giants favor by any stretch of the imagination but they won it… they found a way to turn the series around and slowly kill all of their fans inside and make us love them with all our hearts all the same.
I’m still not sure what happened, exactly. I think people had started writing their post-mortem wraps when the Giants left for Cinci. Then, slowly but surely, something clicked. A handful of torturous and mildly horrifying games later, there was champagne and another series and Hunter Pence is the greatest motivational speaker in the history of the universe.
The odds were ever in our favor, as it turned out.
And it was magical. It didn’t feel terribly magical at the time, because I was writhing and biting my nails, but after they got that last out, I just made myself an Italian soda and just let it sink in. By the end of tonight, there will be four teams left and the Giants are one of them.
The A’s are not, in other Bay Area news. They got Verlandered last night – yes, Verlander is a verb now and it means, oops, you lose – and the Yankees were the Yankees and that was that. Yankees-Giants World Series is pretty much what I dream about on long, cold offseason days so my fingers are solidly crossed. As you can imagine, Giants-Tigers would also set us up, you know, to be Verlandered.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. First comes the NLCS and I cannot wait.
Popcorn and cupcakes. Here we come.