Oh, no, not again: A Giants fan’s lament
They did it again.
They broke my heart again with another breath-taking choke.
The San Francisco Giants are done for the year, after a pathetic four-game loss to a beatable Florida Marlins squad – a team the Giants should have swept.
Note that I did not say my San Francisco Giants. They aren’t mine right now. They’re a bunch of gutless-wonders, with a manager who couldn’t manage his way out of a paper bag, a GM who has single handedly destroyed his team’s pitching staff, and an owner whose ego got in the way of his team’s success.
Yo, Peter Magowan, you might notice that Dusty Baker’s Cubs are still playing.
I shouldn’t be surprised by this. This is the same team that managed to blow the World Series in 2002. Up 3-2 in the Series, and leading 5-0 in Game 6 with eight outs to go against the Angels, they blew it it. For all the Red Sox fans in the audience who are telling me, “Cry me a river,” no team in the history of Major League Baseball – not even the Red Sox – have blown that big of a lead against a team facing elimination.
After that game, I threw everything I could throw in my apartment. Who knew you could plant a spatula in a wall? I didn’t watch Game 7. I knew It was over.
I swore off ever being a Giants fan again.
Well, as any Red Sox or Cubs fan will tell you, that all changes when the snow melts and your team gets off to an 11-2 start. Well, we, and note it’s we again, did and I watched MY beloved boys go wire-to-wire in the NL West. This was the year.
Heck, Jason Schmidt blanked the Marlins in Game 1. This has got to be a good sign. In the history of the Division Series only two teams – one of which was the (not my) 2000 San Francisco Giants – which have won Game 1 have gone on to lose a Division Series.
Make it three, now.
The Giants’ Sydney Ponson, quite possibly the team’s worst acquitsition since they (not we) dealt Jack Clark to the Cardinals for essentially Jose Uribe, blew a 4-1 lead, and the series was tied at one, going back to the land of pastels. This is Hammaker-esque.
And speaking of Atlee Hammaker, who lost two games to the Cardinals in the 1987 NLCS, another ghost, Candy Maldonado, of that series rears its ugly head in Game 3 against the Marlins. In 1987, it was Maldonado sliding and missing on a flyball, accounting for the only run of Game 6 against the Cards. Up 3-2 in the 11th on Friday against the Marlins, Jose Cruz, Jr., a tremendous fielder, inexplicably drops an easy flyball, which leads to a rally and a 4-3 Marlins win.
Down 2-1 in the series, the (not my) Giants find another excruciating way to torture me. THEY’re down 5-1 in Game 4 Saturday. WE rally to tie it at five. THEY give up two runs to go down, 7-6. WE put two on with two out in the ninth and WE’re a single away from going back to San Francisco with the series tied.
And, for the love of everything that is holy, we actually get the hit.
And, naturally, J.T. Snow is thrown out at the plate to end the series. Yes, yet another ghastly way to lose … again.
A fellow co-worker, who doesn’t understand American sports culture, asked me earlier in the week why I live and die with the Giants. She has a point.
Fine, enough with the Giants. Screw ’em. They’re not my team anymore. I’m never wearing a piece of Giants clothing again. Good riddance, Barry Bonds. No more Pac Bell Park. No more, “Beat L.A.”
At least, until next spring.
Chris Freud is the sports editor for the Vail Daily. Contact him at (970) 949-0555, ext. 614 or by e-mail at email@example.com.