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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.
The Next Six Games
I’m such a mixed bag of emotions right now.
It’s an unfamiliar feeling, this pennant fever I’ve contracted. It stayed away for a good four years, and I thought I began to felt the symptoms of it late last summer after a grand slam off the unlikeliest of bats–Edgar Renteria’s–but they went away for good after Jeff Baker sent a Brian Wilson pitch deep into the night one early fall evening.
But now, with six games to decide my team’s fate, I am full-on diagnosed with pennant fever. The thought of the next week, hearing people talk about it on the radio or in class or on the bus, makes me grin with a nervous, giddy excitement. I’d say I feel like a kid again, but as a twenty-year-old college student I still haven’t strayed from my childlike enthusiasm over my sport, my team, my city.
I know that over these two remaining series I’m going to be watching as if the Giants have already made the playoffs–with my hands wringed together, my stomach churning, my heart beating hard as Brian Wilson comes in to close out the ninth inning (although to be fair, that happens to every Giants fan seemingly every time our closer comes in). I’m also going to adopt the Chicago Cubs as my honorary team for the next three games, as they’re playing the San Diego Padres at Petco Park through Thursday before the Padres come north to San Francisco for what will probably prove to be the decididing series for the NL West crown.
At the same time, though I keep reminding myself to stay grounded, so not get my hopes up too high, to not “jinx” the Giants by already guaranteeing a postseason appearance in my mind. As my mom and most of my friends will surely remind me, this team has broken my heart plenty of times before, and part of me keeps telling myself not to expect anything different. But I can’t help but walk around Santa Cruz with a smile as I adorn my Giants t-shirt or put on my J.T Snow autographed baseball cap, thinking about the possibilities that the next few weeks could hold in store for my team, who was so poorly regarded and counted out of this season by so many so-called baseball experts. I want to prove them wrong; I want my miniature imitation of a postgame champagne locker room celebration at my apartment in Santa Cruz this weekend (which will probably just consist me jumping up and down and screaming, “We made the playoffs!” to anyone that cares to listen).
Although I’m going to be nervous as hell over these remaining games, I’m still going to do the best I can to really take it all in and treat them like they’re the last few times I’m going to see my team until next season, just in case that’s what happens. Because more than I care about the playoffs and some flashy hardware, I just love the game itself.
I can’t wait for these next six games, and although I already want to know what the outcome is, I’m going to sit in front of the TV or radio, cross my fingers and hope for the best.
Bats, Brad Penny Get Heated
Uuuuu-ribe!
Need I say more?
The Giants had a long overdue thumping as the bats came alive on the warm Labor Day afternoon in the city. They scored 75% of the runs they had on the homestand in one game, the coup de grace coming from Uribe’s second home run of the day that earned him a curtain call and made the score 9-2 over the lowly San Diego Padres.
On a quick side note, it says something about the team and its fans when this many curtain calls happen within such a short span of time; there was the one for Bengie after his home run against the D-Backs, one for Zito after his great outing against the Rockies and now a well-deserved one for Uribe. It’s great to see because it shows the players that the fans appreciate them and is a reminder of the Giants’ success this year.
Now about Uribe…what more can you ask for from a guy that was a non-roster invitee at spring training and was signed to a one million dollar minor league contract? He’s been one of our most consistent guys in the lineup all season and has been (as Jon Miller said in his home run call) en fuego lately. It’s safe to say Giants fans were glad to see him at third today and Pablo at first with the long-awaited return of Freddy Sanchez, and Bochy really has no other choice but to keep it that way until further notice with how hot Uribe’s bat has been of late.
Speaking of hot, Brad Penny got a little hot under the collar today when he gave up a home run to Adrian Gonzalez in the sixth inning. While I was at the game, I unfortunately didn’t see it; guess I picked a bad time to go grab food. But from what I hear, Penny thought Gonzalez stood and admired his shot before trotting around the bases and reacted by shouting something at him/into the Padres dugout afterwards. Now I’m not sure if Penny has some bad history with Gonzalez and/or the Padres as a whole, but if he does I would understand why he reacted the way he did. But otherwise I think it may have been an overreaction on Penny’s part. I’m all for players getting pumped up and showing some emotion, but it’s something that should be done selectively in baseball; otherwise it can be overkill and can light a fire under the players in the opposing dugout. I guess I’m a hypocrite though, because from a fan standpoint it’s cool seeing a player get psyched up, and with Penny specifically it gets me excited about going to Sunday’s game against the Dodgers, his next projected start. I just hope he doesn’t let his emotion get the best of him this weekend against his old team; otherwise the game might go out the window for the Giants. But I have to give Penny credit where it’s due; he pitched another good game today and is looking like a solid addition to this team as the #5 guy in the rotation.
I won’t get overly excited about today’s offensive outburst; it was against the Padres, after all. But it was still nice to see and gives Giants fans hope that our lineup will be better from this point on with the return of Freddy Sanchez and with Pablo moving over to first base.

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