128 down. 34 to go.

I'm not going to begin to describe the insanity that was the Reds series because there's just no way to do it justice. I could write a Russian novel on the plethora of stats dug up by beat writers, broadcasters, players, and pundits over the past few days, but nothing could possibly come close to actually witnessing the events at 24 Willie Mays Plaza in person. Unfortunately, work prevented me from attending what had to be one of the most epic contests in the history of our New York Gothams, but the laughers on Monday and Tuesday night were just as dumbfounding. Who would've predicted a team that got straight up shut down by the Pads, Phils, and Cards while going 3-6 in a nine-game stretch would come home and put up three straight 11-run performances against a team currently sitting atop its division and possibly headed for October baseball? But what else should we expect from our Teflon Team? I've beat this point into the dirt over the past five months, but the 2010 Giants have shown more resiliency, more tenacity, more drive and will to win than any Giants team I've seen in the past decade. Even the '00-'04 teams would never, could never have come back from a nine-run deficit in the bottom of the fifth. No, something about the chemistry of this club, something about the way the dugout explodes whenever something positive happens on the field, something about the fans who don't seem content to just give up, something is happening at the Cove this season that goes beyond the stats, beyond the Splash Hits, beyond the K's. Maybe the marketing slogan I love to hate has been right all along. Maybe it really is magic inside...

BTW...

> In a rush to get out the door and get to the Park for Orange Friday and Timmy's latest attempt to revive Big Time Timmy Jim, so I don't have time to pour over every detail of our recent offensive onslaught, so I'll leave you with a link to Baggs' best effort to sum everything up. Live tweeting to commence in T-minus two hours...

> One thing that sticks out from watching Wednesday's game play out on MLB Gameday: I was at my grandmother's for a Labor Day BBQ in 1989 when our boys dug out of an 8-run hole to beat the very same Red Legs at Riverfront Stadium in Cincinnati — referenced in Baggs' blog. I remember watching them fall behind 8-0 as my family members slowly filtered outside for burgers and sodas and beers and smokes, leaving me alone to watch in misery. As our team started their comeback, I urged my family to watch along with me. "You might miss history!" I shouted out the patio door. But I was the only one in the room when they put the cherry on top of a 9-8 victory. I've never left a game early since... except for one time in L.A., but that was for a lady — and a good one at that...