Here is how I helped the Giants get to the Series.
I've been a season ticket holder so long I can't remember how long. This is relevant because I keep things. Things the Giants give me when I come to the park. Which is why a can of "Your SF Giants Delivered" peanuts showed up in Bigfork, Montana. Theses peanuts have AT&T identification but after that it's a blurr. Who cares, I've been carrying them around unopened for years. My wife thinks I'm nuts.
In the fifth inning of Game 1 against Philadelphia I got the same feeling I got in '87 when Candy Maldonado dropped the ball in right against St. Louis. Remember? We knew it was over. And it was.
I couldn't go through that again. And there they were, only five feet away, the talisman peanuts. Now their raison d'être was clear. As Cody Ross stepped to the plate, I pulled the small can from the shelf. I said out loud, "This will change everything." I pulled open the pop top and the smell of rancid peanuts hit my nose. I cracked open the shell. I shoveled it into my mouth. I chewed it. I swallowed. And Cody hit another shot against Halladay for gawd sake!
Okay, so you think I got lucky. (Well, yes, that's the point.) But again, in Game 3, bottom of the 4th: Cody at bat. I grabbed the opened can. I popped another YSFGD peanut. Cody delivers the single that gives Matty all he needs.
And in Game 4, 6th inning, I am so sick of eating rancid peanuts I can only suck on the salty shell as I implore Aubrey to come out of his funk. You know how this ends . . . blissfully.
Not everyone has to have their stomach pumped to save their team. I did my share. What is your (true story) about bringing us the pennant?
PS- I lied about pumping my stomach.