Yesterday’s Game 4 was the opposite of Game 3, lackluster pitching, stellar offense and horribly torturous.
It started as I left work, so I got to listen to it on the radio on my commute home, which is always a nice way to stave off the boredom of the drive. Sanchez scores off an RBI from Posey in the 1st and I instantly think “uh oh” for some reason. I have no stats or research to back this up, but I always feel like when the Giants score early they end up losing it. Still, first run on the board, so let’s try and be excited, shall we?
Bottom of the 3rd, again Buster drives in Huff to score with a double to center field. Well alright, maybe this will be okay! Let’s do this!
Top of the 5th, everything falls apart and the Phillies score 4 runs. Ack. The crappy post-season announcers start patting themselves on the back because their team is now winning and start spouting off stats like how the Giants haven’t score more than 3 runs in game since Game 2 against Pittsburgh in 1975. ”Can that be right?” I thought to myself but figured it probably was. So we’re out then right? Darn.
Somewhat answering back, Huff drives in Torres with a single to center field. Okay well they’ve hit their cap. Still losing.
Bottom of the 6th, Pablo Sandoval of all people hits a double and Burrell and Ross score. WHAT THE HECK? That’s more than 3 runs! We’re ahead again! OH MY GOD are we going to do this?
Top of the 8th, Jason “the Jesus” Werth hits a double and Ryan Howard scores, tying the game. I get pissed at this point. I hate tied games after the 7th. I loathe them. I hate the idea and possibility of extra innings. Extra innings are so damn torturous and seemingly never ending. And yet here we are, probably going into extra innings. At this point I admit, I was a bad fan and took a break. Dishes needed to get done anyway, kids needed to be put to bed. I wasn’t sure if I was going to come back. But the wife was uncharacteristically light with the cooking hardware and dishes were done relatively quickly, and back again was I in front of the television, nails digging into sweaty palms.
Nothing happens for the Giants in the 8th, nothing happens for the Phillies in the 9th. The status quo remains, extra innings are looming, I need to turn this off but I can’t. The Phillies bring in Roy Oswalt for the 9th. NOT HIM! He schooled the Giants in Game 2, we’re never going to get anything now. The only saving grace, I thought to myself, was that if we lose tonight, at least they had to wreck their second starter to do it.
But wait, he’s on two days rest and they’re hitting off him. Single by Huff! Single by Posey, Huff takes 3rd! They bring in Uribe. He hasn’t played all night, his wrist is jacked, but I knew he could do it. Hindsight is 20/20, but I was feeling it. I was positive. I don’t know why, I’m rarely positive. But Huff was right there, it wouldn’t take much. He could do it. UUUU-RIBE! sacrifices one to left field and Huff slides into home.
GIANTS WIN!
I feel like I need to burst with opinionated ravings but I also want to just shut up and let it ride until it’s done done. No jinxes. Everybody keeps asking me today if I’m happy and excited, and yes of course, but my answer is always “we still got one to go” because I don’t want to get ahead of this.
Lincecum vs Halladay rematch tonight. I’m trying not to cave to superstition (because I easily could) but whatever everybody did on Game 1 of the post-season, do it again. Lincecum needs to be on fire. I want a win tonight. I don’t want another away win, where the celebratory Giants are surrounded by sad faces and crying managers. I want to see orange rally rags and panda hats and chicks with beards.
Tonight will be the hardest game the Giants have had to win all season. But it’s going to be the hardest game the Phillies have had to win all season too.