10 Days Left
.5 games ahead in division, tied for wild card
Last night, I was relaxing at home on my couch, having just watched the Dodgers actually beat the Padres. The Giants had already won 13-0 (of course). The Braves had the day off. All that was left was to watch the Rockies get swept by the Diamondbacks and the day would be a total success. I propped my feet up on the coffee table and continued my fascinating book on the Iran-Iraq war (definitely Iraq's fault) and barely paid attention as the Diamondbacks took a 10 to 6 lead into the bottom of the 8th in Arizona.
Of course, my baby decided this was a good time to wake up and cry.
Goodbye, Ayatollah. Goodbye, Rumsfeld. Goodbye, Troy Tulowitski. (Axis of evil! Axis of evil!)
Hello Rachel.
I fed my baby and as I rocked back and forth in the rocking chair, completely at peace with the world and the pennant race and also the pennant race, I felt an overwhelming sense of calm overtake me. Everything is going to be...ok...
My baby girl drifted gently to sleep and I laid her in the crib and turned on the sound of softly rushing water on her mechanical sheep.
I tiptoed out of the room, and into the living room, and GOOD GOD! IT'S 10-9 IN THE 9TH INNING AND THE ROCKIES HAVE TWO GUYS ON! WHY DON'T THEY EVER JUST DIE? DIE, ROCKIES, DIE!!!!
Well, they died. Franklin Guittierez struck out Melvin Mora on a 3-2 pitch and gestured to The God of Diamondbacks Relievers, who had been on vacation for the past 6 months but returned just in time to save Arizona from losing a game in which they were ahead 8-2 in the 7th inning.
So it comes to this. Giants vs. Rockies. The un-dead zombies are staggering around, wounded, just needing a little stab in the heart to be finished off, and the Giants hitters are going to pass the knife around "You do it!" "No, you do it!" until finally Matt Cain does it by himself.
The Rockies are 3.5 games back.
The Padres are half a game back having actually scored fewer runs than the Dodgers in a game.
And the Braves continue to hide in the corner, hoping nobody in the NL West will notice them, hoping nobody will notice that they peed themselves (losing 3 in a row to Philly), drooled on themselves (losing 2 of 3 at home to the Nats) and, well, completely crapped themselves (losing 2 of 3 last week to the Pirates)
9 games left.
Basically what the last 3 days told us is that this isn't going to end anytime soon. Three teams separated by .5 games, fighting for 2 spots. And the Rockies staggering around in the background, screaming about how somebody needs to get them some goat blood so they can regenerate.
Two notes:
In the last 3 series, the Giants have scored: 0, 2, 10. Then: 0, 1, 9. Then: 1, 0, 13. That's just weird. Stop it, Giants. Just stop.
And, the Giants set a record yesterday, having allowed 3 runs or less in 17 games in a row. Yes, you read that right. Our record in those 17 games? 11-6. Think about that. Stare at the picture of the parrot above, and then think about that more harder.
9 games left.
Somebody please rock me to sleep and turn on my mechanical sheep. I'm going to need it.
Today's Poll Question:
Which Part of the Giants' win yesterday was the most ridiculous?
A) Juan Uribe hitting 2 homeruns in 1 inning
B) Our pitcher getting 2 hits in 1 inning
C) Jose Guillen getting plunked twice in 1 inning
D) Aaron Rowand striking out 5 times in 1 inning
E) All of it. ALL OF IT.
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