The San Francisco Giants got their cuts in against Roy Halladay and the Phillies Thursday night. They got a couple breaks. They kept pushing and scraping and fighting. But nothing showed from their efforts at the end of the day. They lost 4-2 and now the NLCS heads back to Philadelphia for Game Six.
McCovey Chronicles is used to this kind of torture from their franchise. And so should the rest of the Giants’ fans out there:
The torture would have ended if the Phillies had put up an eight-run inning early and Roy Halladay was at his dominating best. We could have made peace with a loss early, steeling ourselves for a return trip to Philadelphia. That’s not how this season works, though. That wasn’t on the schedule. A quick, tidy, out-in-five series wouldn’t do. Oh, no, no, no. The Giants needed to take us out of our comfort zone because they’re twisted monsters.
Of course, Saturday is going to be a one-run game. You’ll watch it with your your esophagus liquefying and bubbling up and over your tongue along with the rest of your innards. You’ll lose some hair, a year off your life, and probably some self-respect. It’s Giants baseball. You’re in handcuffs, you’re not sure if you’re part of a magic act or some sick freak’s dungeon, and you sure as hell don’t know what the safe word is.