High school is where I found my full-fledged love for the San Francisco Giants. They moved from not-the-safest-or-easiest-
So I've followed them here and there ever since. The season after the World Series I flew up to SF for opening day and I continued to attend games during summer breaks and organize group outings. But it was never the same. I'll blame it on the distance or the hecticness of life, but as the team and leadership changed from season to season I just couldn't connect. This past season in particular I was out of the loop of many aspects of life because of wedding planning. But when wedding madness died down and there were no more registries to stalk and seating charts to be updated, I found myself reading articles about this new brand of San Francisco Giant. I'd heard good things about Bochy over the past couple of years - how he chose to build an everyman team over a team built around a superstar or two - so when people started talking about how this team in particular was coming together as a "hit and run, make a play" and not a "swing for the fences and be a hero" kind of team, it struck a chord in me and sparked my interest. So I asked my brother (a die-hard baseball fan) what was up. I asked him why, after all these years of mire, muck, and disappointment, this team deserved my loyalty, interest, and cheers. And he told me that for these boys it wasn't about chasing records and being big names, it was about playing the game: being scrappy, getting on base, and getting it done. So I watched. As the end of the season neared, I kept my mouth shut for a number of reasons. One, I knew I hadn't followed this particular team well enough to know their names or their stats. Two, I didn't want to be a bandwagoner. Three, I didn't want to be disappointed again. I mean, in true Giants fashion, they clinched the NL West on the last game of the season.
By the post-season my interest had been more than piqued - it was burning like a wildfire. I read articles, learned the players names and numbers, and followed the scores of every game. In true Giants fashion, they were the underdog in every game they went in to. People said if they made it past the Braves they would inevitably get crushed by the Phillies. But that didn't happen. When the Rangers beat NY people said that the NL team that had to come up against this team would inevitably lose it. But the Giants defied them all and took it all. Took it all with games left to play, which was probably the most shocking part of it all. Nobody saw it coming. If you had told me at the beginning of the 2010 season that the Giants would go on to be World Series Champs that season I probably would have laughed and said "yeah, right"... all the while, holding on to hope in my heart that it would be a "maybe someday" for them. I'm glad that my lack of faith didn't hold them back and that their "maybe someday" and the "maybe somedays" of hundreds of thousands (if not millions) of Giants fans out there has been realized.
I'll admit it, I cried when the Giants won the World Series. I was home alone and I screamed, jumped, yelled, danced, and then as they replayed the highlights, collapsed on the couch and cried a happy cry. The San Francisco Giants are World Series Champions, by a team who showed through every play, sac bunt, and hustle that they deserved it more than the other guy, and that can't ever be taken from them.
Next up: treats baked while the Giants were on their road to World Series Victory.