The Giants Win the Pennant.
With another dramatic, come-from-behind victory over the St. Louis Cardinals, decided by a walk-off ninth inning home run, the San Francisco Giants return to the World Series. In a playoff season as weird as any in recent memory, who’s got it weirder, who’s got it wackier, than we do?
Could there have been a more tension-filled series? No wonder people came out onto the streets. Not only to celebrate, but to let loose some of that built-up anxiety which has been a steady diet now for over two weeks.
Of course, it’s only the National League pennant the Giants won tonight, and the celebrations have been milder than in 2010 and 2012. Cheerful rowdiness. A car turned on its side, horns honking and crowds cheering.
We are more sophisticated now. We understand the game is not over. The team has work to do.
We have between four and seven games remaining in a year when the Giants have had the best record, the worst record, and the most mediocre record in Major League Baseball.
There are between four and seven more angst-ridden, gut-wrenching games before the real celebrations begin.
We went to 29th and Mission and the police had traffic blocked from Mission St, not the usual celebration as in past years, only some foot traffic. I hope they don’t do that should we win the World Series, it was really nice to go out and celebrate with all the neighbors.
Why do people always have to gather and f stuff up in my neighborhood?