The Giants Win The ‘Ship! The Giants Win The ‘Ship!
There’s no moment in my life that can compare to right now. In dramatic fashion, the Giants have won the first World Series since the Giants came to San Francisco in 1958. 1962? If only McCovey had hit it a little higher. 1989? The earthquake delayed the Athletics’ dominate sweep. 2002? The god damn rally monkey. But 2010. The year the San Francisco Giants were crowned champions of Major League Baseball. Phillies in 5. Rangers in 6. Make all the predictions you want, but the Giants came out on top.
They said Cliff Lee couldn’t be beaten in the postseason. Then the Giants beat him. Then they said he couldn’t be beaten twice. Then, Edgar Renteria took a high fastball and planted it over the wall in left-center field. This has been a Giants team that has defied all odds every step of the way on the path to World Series triumph.
This is the year you will be telling your grandchildren about. Remember when the Giants were a hardluck ballclub that lost the World Series in painful fashion three times? Then they won in Texas. They shut down one of the best offenses in baseball as they stormed to World Series victory in five games. The rally thong. Fear the Beard. Cody Ross. Kung Fu Panda. Big Time Timmy Jim. Matthew Thomas Cain. MadBum. Edgar Renteria.
Let the champagne flow. To all the Giants fan exiles in Seattle that I’ve experienced this postseason with, I tip my cap. To my friends that I experienced the World Series with when I went home, I tip my cap. To the Giants team that ended the torture, I tip my cap. The Giants win the ‘Ship! The Giants win the ‘Ship! The Giants win the ‘Ship!