Dear Giants: Please win two more games. For yourselves. And Mays, and Bonds, and Clark, and McCovey, and Kuiper, and Krukow, and LeMaster, and Hackman, and Thompson, and Caveman, and Uribe, and Snow, and Nen, and Big Daddy, and Schmidt, and Woody, and Dravecky, and Winn, and Ritchie, and Shooter. And my dad. And for all of us. Please?
Oh, and since I know that the baseball gods are listening and I know how they are, let me clarify- that's two more games THIS YEAR. Thank you.
Now, a quick aside from the end of the night. On the long trek back to my car, I met a couple of Rangers fans who told me they flew from Texas to SF so they could always say that they were at the first World Series game the Rangers ever played in. Even though their team had just lost, they still had great things to say about Giants fans, the city, and the stadium. Very cool guys- and they didn't once call me a "bastard" or a "son of a bitch" (Seinfeld references in back to back Fanposts- SCORE).