Dang. No, he's not. He's from Colorado. But his real name is Harry Leroy Halladay. That's pretty gooberish, to then go by "Roy".
Everywhere I go, Giants fans say things like "well, it's not over yet. we can still do it." And I nod in agreement because that FEELS right. But then I stop and say "wait...we're winning...."
Yeah, but it's the Giants!! And now we have to go to Philly. And we HAD that game, even if only for 2 glorious innings.
It's funny how this stuff works, though. Right now, I'm watching the Rangers hold a 4-run lead on the Yankees, 8 outs from the World Series. I'd rather be the Rangers than the Yankees, obviously, but...still....oh god, Craig Sager is wearing a purple shirt. And it's not even "wear purple" day.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that we've been here before, and it's not pretty. The last time the Giants took a 3-2 lead into Game 6 of a 7-game series, the worst game in Giants history followed:
(No, Andy, don't do this)
I have to. The people need to see this.
(No. Please. I just ate.)
Sorry. The truth must come out.
Game 6
Saturday, October 26, 2002 at Edison International Field of Anaheim in Anaheim, California
Team | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | R | H | E |
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San Francisco | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 5 | 8 | 1 |
Anaheim | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 3 | X | 6 | 10 | 1 |
The last time before that was 1987, and Game 6 was the 2nd worst game in Giants history. We lost when our right fielder, who was named Candy, by the way, lost a fly ball in the lights. So I'm sorry if it feels like we're losing.
Hold on. Tim Worrell. I had forgotten about him. Oh man. I feel sick.
Oh God, why. Why did they bring him in? Nen could have gotten 6 outs. And Speizio. Forever known as Scott "$%#%#%" Speizio.
See? So what's going on now is the Phillies are going home, feeling OK. Not great. Not terrible. Still behind, still alive. And everytime they turn to look at the powerful rival that has thwarted them so far in this series, instead they see a bunch of grown men hiding in the corner, muttering about Brendan Donnelly and clawing insanely at their own eyes. Giants Baseball: A Therapist's dream.
I have no comments on pitching matchups or lineups or anything else. The Giants just need to win one game. Just one. They went to Atlanta demoralized and came home heroes. They CAN do it. Will they?
I'm not sure. I'm curled up in a ball tearing my hair out and muttering about Jose Cruz Jr. That's right, Phillies fans. That's what I'm doing. What the $%# are you looking at?
Today's Poll Question
Let's distract ourselves from impending torture. What's your least favorite NLCS commercial?
A) Man sitting in film room. Guy spits dart at him. Steals movies. Over, and over, and over again.
B) Man sitting in film room. Guy spits dart at him. Steals movies. Over, and over, and over again
C) I don't mind the commercials because Tim McCarver is not in them.
D) Glee Rocky Horror Picture Show.
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