As usual, the game was pure torture........but would we want it any other way? These guys are amazing! They came together tonight to eek out a win over one of the best teams in baseball and send them home for the year. There was so much drama and so many players who contributed to this win. If you watched the game, you know exactly what I'm talking about and if you didn't there aren't words to adequately describe it. The Giants are playing the Rangers in the WORLD SERIES beginning on Wednesday! How cool if that?
That alone most definitely qualifies as a great night BUT what really made it a great night for me was sharing it with all of my family. It was shared long distance for the most part. I am in here at my dad's and we watched it together. I was reminded of him taking me to Giants games back in the late 50s when they moved to San Francisco. We would bundle up and take blankets and still freeze our asses off but I remember it as such fun......I wasn't even ten yet but I really loved it.
Lou was home in Sacramento watching. I had put my Rally Hair over a lamp in our house where it has been since the post season started (except for the day I took it to AT&T). Lou scotch taped one of the "It's Torture (but we love it)" signs on the living room wall. We called back and forth several times during the game to comment on something.
My sister and her husband were watching in their home in the foothills and my son and daughter-in-law were watching at their home in Hayward. We are all pretty big sports fans and most definitely Giants fans.
The late innings of the 3-2 victory were spent with everyone on pins and needles, biting their nails and trying hard to keep heart rates at a reasonable speed. I was yelling.......sitting on the edge of my seat.....with knots in my stomach. As the last out was finally made, my dad and I both screamed, "YES!" My phone rang and it was Lou. "I thought I was going to have a heart attack," were the first words out of his mouth. We talked for a minute and did a "virtual high five" before he said he had to call his dad.
Thirty seconds later my phone rang again. It was my sister. I answered and she said, "Have you started breathing yet?" She was excited and yelling and we rehashed some of the most tortuous moments. After checking in for a couple minutes, we hung up to get back to the post game celebration. I told my dad, "I have to call Darrin." There was no hello when he answered but rather "The Giants are going to the World Series!" was his greeting. We chatted excitedly for a couple minutes, too. We were spread out all over northern California but yet we were all sitting right there savoring it together.
When we had all checked it with each other and gone back to watching the post game interviews, my dad and I had a glass of wine and toasted our San Francisco Giants......the 2010 World Series Champions, dare we hope? GO GIANTS!!!!!!!!!
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