03 July 2015

The Rule of Threes

Justin Bour is your new bicycle.
Baseball is a funny thing. It's a marathon that ends in a sprint. It's a physical game that plays out cerebrally. It's a roller coaster that can feel like it's going up and down and upside down all at once. That's why I don't get too bent out of shape over series like the one the Gaints [sic] just concluded in Miami.

Yes, it was painful. Sweeps are always painful for the swept. Yes, the games themselves were excruciating to experience. But as Giants fans, we've been through this before, and on a much larger stage. (For you kids out there, just Google "2003 NLDS".) No, I refuse to feel all butt-hurt.

Why? Because the series was so darned interesting! Think about it...

Three games, each decided for the home team on the back of a three-run home run...

Rookie Justin Bour dropping the hammer on Giants pitchers not once, not twice, but three times...

A matchup of two pitchers who hadn't taken an MLB mound since the Spring of 2014...

The visitors losing one game despite collecting 14 hits and benefitting from three errors by the home team...

Series like this are what we live for as baseball fans. We accept that life is a bit weird, and we love our sport of choice because it reflects that weirdness. The galaxy surrounding our team can be sucked into a black hole on a moment's notice, on a single pitch, and we have to learn to live with that intransigence. Because who the heck wants to watch golf? I mean, really.