The Giants have won the World Series!
Here, go read this.
I am a total fair weather fan. I used to be a Giants fan, but then it became too much trouble. We had kids. N played soccer. It really seemed more important to root for girls playing sports than for overgrown boys getting paid a whole lot of money. It just came to seem to be about money after a while, and not really worth my attention. I didn’t really hate Barry Bonds, but having him around made the whole thing seem more cynical, too — like it was okay to take steroids and be uncivil just to score a lot of runs. Feh.
This team is so much more likable. You hear them being interviewed and not one of them will ever fail to say, “Oh, but the Rangers are a great team.” Or to mention their teammates. And, aside from the pitchers, they are all either rescued from the scrapheap of utility players, or much too old. And then the pitchers are freaks, and the catcher is just a nice boy from Georgia. I don’t know, it’s like The Big Green or something.
Anyway, it’s shocking, and surprising, and incredible.
It’s also somewhat charming to see what SF fans are like. Yankees fans seem to value efficiency. Red Sox fans are likely to talk about baseball as a Homeric epic. SF fans are people who are interested in good food and good weather who have found themselves swept up in some kind of amazing story and don’t quite believe it. They’re a little goofy, to tell the truth.
Also, isn’t it pleasing that the first pitch by the Bushes spelled certain defeat for the Rangers in game 4, and that the team that W once owned (and which is only now recovering from his ownership) was defeated by a team from that bastion of homosexuality and liberal politics?
Okay, I’m off to save a spotted owl. (Well, maybe I am — I’m voting this afternoon after all.)