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Looking Forward [to the NLCS] and Looking Back [to the NLDS]

Once again, I’ve been terrible about not blogging during the most crucial time in the baseball season, especially considering my team is still in it.
I guess after watching both champagne showers on TV, hearing more Lincecum f-bombs and going to both NLDS home games for the San Francisco Giants, it still hasn’t completely sunk in that my team is in the postseason, let alone in the National League Championship Series.
Before I move on to the Phillies and the much-anticipated Lincecum-Halladay (The Freak vs. The Doc) matchup this Saturday, I figure I should talk about the National League Division Series with the Atlanta Braves.
To preface, I was fortunate enough to be able to attend both these games with my older brother Ryan (see previous entries with the “For the Love of the Game” column link), and I know it was an experience that neither of us will soon forget. On the train ride over to the ballpark, my brother realized that he hadn’t been to a Giants playoff game since the 1989 earthquake World Series game, and I meanwhile had never been to one.
I could not have asked for a better atmosphere; there’s no way I can eloquently encapsulate it all. Instead I remember it all in little bits and pieces: the sea of orange towels waving; how when our PA announcer Renel Brooks-Moon said “Your 2010 National League West Division Championship San Francisco Giants” it finally sunk in with me that my team was in the playoffs; and of course, the strikeouts. I remember how often my brother and I turned to each other and high-fived, me standing on my toes to reach his outstretched palm and saying, “Oh my God!” and “Can you believe this?!” over and over.
This is my favorite scene from the night (besides the end of the game, of course): Tim Lincecum completely shutting it down in the 8th inning before coming off the field to “Dynamite,” playing in the background. At over 100 pitches for the night and with Bruce Bochy’s typically conservative managing style, I figured this game was now in the hands of The Cardiac Kid himself, Brian Wilson. But Timmy is The Freak, after all, and so he came trotting out of the dugout in the middle of the ninth to a collective standing ovation, rally rag-waving, screaming crowd and, of course, shut the Braves down one more time to end it. 9 innings, no runs, 14 strikeouts. At the last out I turned to my brother and hugged him, knocking my cap off in my exuberance. Later we would both say it was the best-pitched game we had ever seen in person, and definitely one of the best games we’d each ever been to.
I left AT&T Park that night with a scratchy throat and an unquenchable excitement for the next game.

Then came Game 2, and little did I know that I would be leaving 24 Willie Mays Plaza that night with the complete opposite feeling as I did after Game 1.
It started off well enough; Matt Cain had a good first inning, and then Pat “The Bat” Burrell hit a three-run homer into the left field bleachers to give us an early lead. I was screaming my head off again and waving my pom-pom (by the way: rally rags > rally pom-poms) and shouting, “Po-sey’s be-tter!” at the top of my lungs every time Jason Heyward came to bat. I had that, “What could possibly go wrong?” feeling, and of course whenever that happens Murphy’s Law pretty much dictates that something will go wrong.
Matt Cain was his usual workhorse self and pitched well enough to win (see <a href="'http://www.facebook.com/v/484205710738‘>this video of him leaving to a standing ovation–not great because I took it with my iPhone, FYI), and who could’ve expected the complete collapse of our set-up guy Sergio Romo and our closer Brian Wilson? And then for our potential Rookie of the Year Buster Posey to come up with 1 out and the bases loaded and hit into a double play?! It was just unfathomable, and I knew when we didn’t win it there that we wouldn’t recover. Call me negative if you want, but I was just being realistic, and I just didn’t feel that we would come back after that. And when Troy Glaus hit that towering home run into McCovey Cove…well, that cinched it right there.
Leaving that ballpark after the final out of Game 2…wow. I had never felt so dejected over Giants baseball before. The last time I remember having that pit-in-my-stomach, knocked-out feeling was the walk-off grand slam game in Colorado last year, and before that it was probably the Steve Finley grand slam game in 2004 (notice a pattern here with the grand slams?). I couldn’t help but feel like that would be the last time I walked out of AT&T Park for the 2010 season, and I would bet that many of the 44,000+ Giants fans leaving the ballpark that night felt the same way.
I was really grateful to my brother, though, for being optimistic and talking me out of my little bout of misery after that game. Usually I’m aware of the fact that baseball, of course, isn’t everything, even though it is a significant part of my life; however after that loss I couldn’t help but feel totally dejected. My brother helped me keep the faith in the orange and black, though and made me remember that the best part of coming to these games, win or lose, was to share this experience with him. Now, sitting here in Santa Cruz on a warm Thursday afternoon a few days after my Giants won Game 4 to move on to the NLCS, I couldn’t be happier that I’ll get another chance to wave my rally rag and scream my lungs out for my home team with my older brother–and my mom as well this time–by my side.
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…so now it’s time to turn our attention to the National League Championship Series. I’m definitely weary of having to face the Phillies (actually, weary is an understatement; I’m pretty concerned), but I feel like our pitching staff can definitely match up against theirs. Our offense? Well, that I’m not so sure about. We were lucky with several of the runs we got against the Braves in that series; the first and last games were all about errors and a couple crucial missed calls by the umpires that went our way (aka Buster Posey sliding into second in Game 1 and how he was called safe when replays showed he was out). We can’t depend on those kinds of gift plays against this well-oiled Philadelphia machine, who has proven themselves time and time again these past few years in the postseason. Our pitching staff and defense has to be near-perfect and we can’t strand runners in the few RISP situations I expect we’ll get.
I don’t want to get my expectations too high; I’m definitely not invisioning the parade down Market Street already or anything like that. But I feel like my team, which has been labeled this chippy, lucky-to-be-here underdog by so much of the national media, has a legitimate shot against the Fightin’ Phils.
Here’s looking forward to Saturday and what I hope will be a great series for the world to watch.
Euphoria
I’m supposed to be reading the adventures of Don Quixote de la Mancha in time for my two o’clock lecture tomorrow, but I think my professor will understand if I don’t quite get through it: he is, after all, a San Francisco Giants fan.
After jumping up and down and pumping my fists in the air in some uncoordinated, spastic dance over and over again in my Santa Cruz apartment this afternoon; after watching my team (MY TEAM!!! The one I adopted eight years ago and stuck with through the foggiest of nights and dreariest of days) run laps around the field and bathe in champagne showers (and drop f-bombs on the air), I sit here in front of my computer at close to two in the morning, unable to wipe the smile from my face.
We did it. I know some people scoff at the tendency of fans like myself to use the word “we” when referring to their team of choice, but I truly think the fanbase is the tenth man on the field. We don’t do any of the pitching or the hitting, but we coax them on from our couches, our barstools, our stadium seats. We may get frustrated at times (many times, in fact; after all, the 2010 adopted slogan for this team was “torture”), but us diehards stand by them.
I can’t remember being prouder than I am today to say I’m a San Francisco Giants fan, or just simply a fan of baseball for that matter. There’s so many lasting images that will stay with me from just today, let alone this week or this entire season, and I can’t possibly sort through them all in my mind or write them all down in an articulate manner. I won’t be able to hold onto every single memory from today no matter how hard I try. But I know I will always remember standing in front of my TV screen, wringing my hands together as Brian Wilson struck out the final batter and Buster Posey threw off his mask and ran towards our closer to congratulate him on winning the National League West crown.
I don’t want to get too negative or bitter, but I did have a definite, “Told you so” attitude towards the many “experts” who counted the Giants out this season, who had them finishing in fourth place–just in front of the San Diego Padres, of course–in the division. I guess I can’t blame them too much; none of us knew that this scrappy team of predominantly veteran hitters and guys labeled as “journeymen” or “wash-outs” would click so well, or that we would manage to pull all these guys off the scrap heaps who would contribute in such a big way. But after last year’s surprisingly good season, I knew that they could pull it off this year.
I could just wax poetic about today and my love of baseball for another hour or so; could talk again about how much I adore this game (for anyone who may have stumbled upon this blog today who hasn’t read my “For the Love of the Game” column that I keep reposting, I’m going to pimp it again, just because I’m pretty proud of how it turned out; read it here). I could talk about the playoff matchup against the Atlanta Braves starting Thursday (which I’ll be attending with my older brother, who I haven’t seen since Lincecum bobblehead day in July–aka way too long ago), but I can’t even think that far ahead yet. All I can do right now is sink my head into my pillow, listen to “I Left My Heart in San Francisco” one more time, and sleep soundly, now that Game 162 is in the books, to be followed by at least three more.
How Sweep It Is
How about that, Giants fans?
Could anyone, even the most optimistic of diehards, expected a clean sweep of our biggest rivals?
I would have been content with two out of three, really. A second consecutive series victory against the Dodgers in a continued attempt to climb out of the hole we’d dug ourselves against division opponents this year.
But what a momentum swing that the Giants have had since the All Star Break. They went 20-8 in the month of July, losing only one series (to Colorado, back when the Giants were mired in their seven-game losing streak) and split one (against Florida last week). They had two series sweeps (of Milwaukee and Arizona, but hey, a sweep’s a sweep), three if you count LA even though it continued into August and four if you count that bad call by the ump in the last game of the New York Mets’ series at home.
But numbers alone don’t capture the buzz in the Bay Area right now. People are calling into talk radio shows, saying they haven’t been this excited about the Giants–let alone any Bay Area team, for that matter–in years. And the excitement at the ballpark for this weekend series was so palpable. I went to the game on Friday, and I’d never heard a louder crowd during pregame player introductions. Sure there were Dodger fans there, but they were few and far between compared to the loads of orange and black clad people that came out. And it wasn’t the usual mixed crowd of corporate suits-and-ties and casual fans; no, it was the diehards, the Croix de Candlestick types, the oldtimers and young fanatics like me. It’s hard to explain that kind of atmosphere unless you’ve been in it before, unless you’ve been in an arena with thousands upon thousands of other fans all screaming for one team, one athlete, one cause. All standing with baited breath, hands clasped in the top of the ninth, watching their bullpen cling on for a victory against their biggest rivals. There’s really nothing like that environment, and it’s why AT&T Park will always be home to me.
I’m really getting excited about our chances this season; any San Francisco fan who said they weren’t is either a huge pessimist or is in denial, not wanting to jinx the team. I’m definitely a little bit of the latter; I say the word “playoffs” with my fingers crossed behind my back and a silent prayer in my head. You have to do that if you live and die with your team like I do. And I know, it’s only August 2; there’s so much of the season left, so much time for anything to happen, good or bad. Teams have built a hot streak late in the game and ridden it far into the postseason (a la Colorado a few years back), and have also held a huge lead in their division, only to royally collapse in on themselves. I don’t want to get too hopeful to the point that if the Giants don’t make the postseason, I’ll be hugely disappointed. But like I said in my last entry, it’s like when Duane Kuiper asked last year, “Folks, do you believe?” And I do. As much as I want to be reserved and logical and be conservative about this upcoming road trip against Colorado and Atlanta, part of me feels like I did seven years ago as a thirteen-year-old, a new Giants fan who was optimistic to a fault and giddy with hope of having her team make the World Series for the second year in a row. And I can’t just silence that little kid voice inside of me, as much as I want to be cautiously optimistic.
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…on a bit of an aside, lately I’ve had people questioning why I care so much about sports (baseball in particular), more so than usual I guess.
It first came up when I was driving back from the Giants game with my mom on Friday, who has a mild interest in baseball but more for my sake than her own. She spent most of the game with her head buried in her book, refusing to look up at all the excitement going on around us.
“Why do you care so much about this team? What have they ever done for you? Sports doesn’t mean anything in real life,” she said, or words to that effect.
I tried to explain to her about how sports makes me feel; about how it can unify people from different backgrounds, about feeling like you were apart of a cause greater than just you as an individual, but I don’t think she really cared for those explanations.
Then again yesterday, I was driving back from dinner with my friend when I checked my phone and saw the game was in the ninth inning with Brian Wilson coming in for us. I said I was going to put the game on, but my friend was pretty vocal in her opposition because she didn’t want to have to listen to it.
She relented once I explained that it was the very end of the game and it’d probably be over pretty soon, and even got a little intrigued when I told her this series sweep (or winning three games in a row, as I told her) was the first against our big rivals at home since 2004.
But going back to my whole point about why baseball means so much to me. It’s really hard for me to explain it to someone who isn’t already a sports fan, because most of the time they just think it’s frivolous. And yeah, I guess I can understand why people would think paying to watch grown men hit a small ball around a yard would be silly. But like I said, it’s so much more than that; it’s about this feeling of unity, about how sports is one of the few venues that can bring people together like nothing else can, regardless of your background.
This column that I wrote about it for my college paper is the best way I can articulate why I love baseball. I’ve posted this a few times before, so forgive me for the overexposure; however it’s really the only I’ve been able to string words together about it in a close to eloquent manner.
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Well, let’s hope for two split series in Colorado and Atlanta this week. Anything more would be great, but again, I’m keeping my optimism in check.
Reality Check and the Possibilities of Now
I haven’t been keeping up with my blog that well (i.e. at all) since I started it three weeks ago when I was flying high on my San Francisco Giants and the fact that they were playing the best baseball since I became a serious fan of the team.
Well, didn’t take long for that dream bubble to get popped.
Maybe that’s a little harsh. All hope is certainly not lost; there are more than two months left of the regular season. However, a dismal 1-5 start to the second half is definitely enough to have Giants fans like myself questioning the success of the first half and wondering if it was too good to be true.
Yes, it is a road trip and the Giants haven’t been a good road team in years, with this year being no exception as they are 19-29 away from home. But I don’t feel like that can be used as an excuse, especially with this road trip in particular. A team that considers themselves a contender should be able to win a series against the Pittsburgh Pirates, regardless of whether it’s at home or away and regardless of the fact that the team is just coming back from the All Star Break. The Atlanta Braves are a little tougher, but the Giants should have been able to at least split the four-game series; now they’re going into tomorrow counting on Barry Zito to bring out his better half and their offense to get at least a couple runs to support him to avoid the sweep.
The whole home-away record comparison reminds me of a good point I heard KNBR host Damon Bruce say tonight. He said something to the effect of, “A team playing at home is what they could be, but a team on the road is what they are” because all the positive variables encompassed in the ‘comforts of home’ are removed once they go on the road. I hope that the Giants team that has showed up the past several games isn’t their true identity; it definitely doesn’t help that several key players (such as Molina, Rowand and Sandoval) are slumping. We’ve been counting on Rowand to hit well in the lead-off spot for awhile and now he’s a little banged up and slumping besides. Bengie is starting to turn around a little; I think until the eighth inning tonight he had the Giants’ only two hits against Jurjins. Sandoval is 1-for-26 on this road trip, however, and as Duane Kuiper said, “So goes Pablo, so go the Giants.” He is the face of the 2009 Giants with his bright personality, youthfulness and sweet swing that developed faster than anyone anticipated, so I don’t think it’s any coincidence that his luck at the plate and that of the team as a whole go hand-in-hand.
What this ugly start of the second half has showcased is that while the Giants have been a lot better than anyone expected this year, that alone may not be enough to get them to the playoffs, let alone far in them. We can’t continue putting the weight of the world on Lincecum and Cain to give up zero runs and on Panda to hit any ball that gets thrown his way. Tonight showed that especially–Lincecum had an unusually imperfect night with his second shortest outing of the season and four earned runs, and he ended up with a loss even though four runs isn’t an insurmountable deficit for most teams to overcome. The fact that the Giants’ record is so poor when they are not leading from the onset is a huge indicator that they need another bat in this lineup.
No offense to Lincecum, but I felt like he was towing the company line when he said the team shouldn’t add anyone else for fear of disrupting chemistry; however, at the same time I realize it’s not like he could really say, “Yes, trade someone and get me more run support!” I don’t think it would hurt team chemistry if they made a trade; rather, if they added a bat to their lineup I believe it would take pressure off guys like Bengie and Pablo to rake it and off Cain and Lincecum for feeling like they have to be near-perfect in every single start if they want a chance to win. It would also reinforce the idea that the Giants are a contending team and have a chance to make it to the postseason, which one would think would boost team moral, not hurt it.
Now I realize the cautious approach the front office is taking in not wanting to trade high-end prospects like Buster Posey and Madison Bumgarner. Although they are unproven at the Major League level, I think they should be almost completely untouchable unless the Giants get an insane offer (i.e. if the San Diego Padres called and dangled Adrien Gonzalez). But since that seems like a pretty unlikely scenario, I would argue against trading our golden prospects. However, at the same time Brian Sabean can’t hesitate to pull the trigger for an offer that involves any minor league player; as the saying goes, you have to give talent to get talent. Maybe if you trade with the Pittsburgh Pirates you can pull the wool over their eyes and not give away much (a la the Matt Morris-Rajai Davis swap that helped get his hefty contract off our books), but that probably isn’t going to work with other teams.
This road trip has been reminiscient of the last time the Giants played this poorly, which was in May when Brian Sabean acknowledged the team needed to obtain a bat after we got swept in San Diego and lost two out of three to the Mariners. We’re 1-5 on this road trip again, and even if we can avoid getting swept in Atlanta tomorrow it’s not over yet; rather it’s off to the Mile High City to face one of the hottest teams in all of baseball, the Colorado Rockies. So my point is this: if Sabean said we needed a bat in May after a poor road trip against mediocre teams, how about now when we just did the same thing two months later?
I think the vast majority of Giants fans realize we cannot just stand pat with this team at the trading deadline like we have in recent years. Giants fans haven’t been able to hope like this since 2004, when Steve Finley crushed our postseason chances with a grand slam on one of the last days of the regular season. Think about it–that’s half a decade of saying, “Well, maybe next year” before the year was even through. Before this season started everyone in the baseball world was already writing off this year for the Giants and circling 2010 on the calendar. But much to everyone’s surprise, next year has arrived early, and Giants fans shouldn’t be deprived of the chance to fully take advantage of the possibilities of now. If the Giants could add a solid bat and the Big Money-Little Money combo can get going again, they have a shot at contention. And if they could make it to the playoffs, they couldn’t be written off right away, not in a short series with the one-two punch of Lincecum and Cain.
It seems that every year in the Major League Baseball postseason there is always an improbable upset. In 2007 it was the Colorado Rockies winning 20 of their last 21 games and riding their hot streak all the way to the World Series. Last year it was the Dodgers beating the Cubs in the first round of the playoffs and making it all the way to the NLCS. I know I’m getting way ahead of myself, but what if the Giants could be that team? The bottom line is that we’ll never know unless the front office realizes the golden opportunity they have with this season and goes out and gets a legitimate hitter to boost this offense so we at least have a shot at duplicating the success of the first half.
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