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.
I don’t know about you, but to me, this totally looks like an orange sky.
To those of you who are all, “Uh, no, that’s pink,” were you the ones who told your little cousin that Santa does not exist? I know it was you. I know it.
p.s. Game 5. That is all.
Arwen Evenstar + Ian Kinsler
25 Rangers caught off their guard, to be exact. LOTR fans will know that line is spoken by Arwen to Aragorn in the Fellowship of the Ring and the scene reminds me of what has happened these past two days. It’s all been very odd and very sad for me watching because it doesn’t look like the World Series should; two good and equally matched ballclubs playing tough games. Even the people without Texas sympathies in my house are not enjoying this to the fullest. Here’s to some fierce Ranger play in the coming days. ::clinks glass of orange juice::
I wanted to share a photo of my Halloween pumpkin last year with y’all.
Z, that is, for Zito. I am not obsessed or a stalker, it just seemed like the perfect letter for a pumpkin and it happened to fit with Barry’s name. ::cue the lady doth protest too much::
I did want to convince the Giants organization to let me in just for batting practice so I could carry a sign that said, “I Love U, J.D.”. (JD being Jon Daniels) but I didn’t get around to it in the post East Coast haze. It’s not like I had a huge amount of success the last time I did this- Ryan Braun didn’t seem to notice that I loved him- but there’s always a first time. JD might be more of a gentleman, who knows. If the series comes back to San Fran, I will try lobbying with the front office. I seriously promise to leave as soon as the cage comes down.
Lastly, here is the clear version of me and the World Series trophy.
The only other baseball themed thing about my NY trip (other than, you know, talking to everyone about it) was seeing Citi Field from my cab on the way to JFK. It’s a pretty field, from the outside, going at 70 on the freeway. Next time, I am going in the spring…
Enjoy the final days of baseball season and hugs and happy Halloween to all.
The Giants win the pennant! The Giants win the pennant! The Giants win the pennant!
You know what’s magic? Are you kidding me? The POSTSEASON!
Today- okay, yesterday- was a fairytale. Actually, this whole season has been a fairytale for the Giants . When Chris Haft of mlb.com wrote a blog post today titled “The fairytale isn’t over yet” I thought, That is so true. For both the Giants and the Rangers, in my opinion. As Bruce Bochy put it, the cast-offs and the mis-fits have fit together. I am so pumped for the happily ever after for either team. I’ve been hoping for and predicting Rangers vs. Giants World Series for most of the year and am going to be happy whichever teams wins. Unlike the Fox producers, I’m sure, who seemed tremendously unmoved at the last out and ensuing celebration. But they both give pretty fun champagne filled interviews, so postgame should be good either way. Fear the Beard vs. Fear the Deer it is. Bengie vs. Buster it is.
In other news, I was totally, utterly and mercifully wrong. Some adorable person bought an HD TV for the apartment I’m staying in and I suckered someone into lending me a computer this weekend so life is good in NYC. Life is not good in that Citi Field is not, in fact, giving tours right now but I was doing more than my fair share of window-shopping on Madison and 5th Avenue and I stared at the 2010 World Series trophy in the window of Tiffany’s for a good five minutes. It’s mesmerizingly beautiful. So, of course, this was a photo op not to be missed. ::cue duhs:: I imbued the thing with my fantastic karma, so whoever gets it take note, it will have a strong feeling of, “Diamond Girl Was Here.”
I am, in fact, aware how blurry that photo is and the creepiness of my face thereof and it’s because it’s a photo of a photo. Long and unriveting story why, but I’ll post the gorgeous original when I get back to the Bay Area next week. In the meantime, if it gives your children or you, for that matter, nightmares, I apologize. I will also make you vanilla cupcakes someday, to make up for it.
Hugs to all,