I was all set to write about the marathon of games we’ve been through this post-season, explaining the twists and turns of each and describing some of the things that happened along the way. They’ve been very exciting, but extremely stressful to watch both from home and in the stadium. The fans who sit near me have endured frustration, ecstasy, stressful innings, joyous innings and now, complete fatigue. We’ve discussed having oxygen, a defibrillator, sedatives, and adult beverages nearby, along with our very own paramedic to monitor our hearts and stress levels. We’ve kept in touch via text and email when the team was out of town, and reminded each other to ‘stay calm and breathe’. During home games we’ve monitored each other’s breathing, worried looks, and ability to stay upright.
We’re all exhausted, and we weren’t the ones running around on the field. The guys probably have it much easier than us – they have some control over what’s happening, while all we can do is watch and wait, and hope they perform like we know they can.
But all of that just went away around 9 pm Wednesday. Game 7 was a game for the ages, going down to the last out in the ninth inning and with a number of twists along the way, most notably regarding the pitching. The starting pitchers all had short leashes, and both were gone by the top of the fourth. The ace of the Giants staff, starting pitcher Madison Bumgarner, entered the game in the fifth and stayed until the end even though he threw a 117 pitch shutout only 3 days ago. As they say, you don’t manage in the post season like you do during the 162 games of the regular season, and both managers demonstarted that.
In the end, it’s the Giants who are bringing home their third World Series trophy in 5 years, and farm-boy Madison Bumgarner, as the MVP of the series, goes home with a new Chevy truck. The team worked hard to win this trophy, but so did the fans. We’re all going back to our ‘normal’ lives in the morning, totally spent from those last few weeks of extra baseball games, but extremely happy that Orange October is ours once again.