One more win.

There's really no point to really writing this. It's destined to be a jumbled piece of shit because I'm not sure what exactly it is that I want to say, or how to say it. But hopefully, decades from now, I'll find this, and remember exactly how I felt and what this meant to me.

The San Francisco Giants are one win away from winning the World Series.



I know, I know, technically this has already happened in my lifetime. We all know what happened in 2002. I was 13 and so blinded by my love of the Giants that I couldn't even see the faults of the management and the players. Now it's eight years later, and the only thing still around from 2002 is a guy named Brian Sabean.


One more win. Four months ago, I was already resigned to watching another year of just-over-.500 baseball, and I was okay with it. Then, this team began to take shape. Molina was traded, Posey took over. Madison Bumgarner emerged. Jonathan Sanchez harnessed his power. Matt Cain finally became the Matt Cain that we all hoped and dreamed for. Tim Lincecum was Tim Lincecum, then took a break from being Tim Lincecum, only to then decide to be Tim Lincecum again. Andres Torres came out of nowhere. Freddy Sanchez stayed healthy. Aubrey Huff came back after a terrible year. Pat Burrell was having a terrible year and was from the Bay Area, so we decided to give him a try. Cody Ross only happened because we didn’t want the Padres to have him. Uribe had jazz hands seemingly every single time we needed them. The beards happened. Even our players who didn’t have good seasons had their moments where they won games for us. And here we are. One win from the top.


I've always thought about this moment. What it would be like, how I would take it, what would I do. And all I can say is, I don't know. Neither actions nor words can describe what it would mean to me.


Brian Wilson striking out Will Venable to clinch the West seems like years ago. This postseason has already been filled with unforgettable memories. Lincecum's 14 strikeout gem. The Ankiel game. Brooks Conrad. Ssory Doc. Cain shutting out the Phillies. Uribe's walkoff sac-fly. The amazing bullpen in the pennant clincher, and Uribe's home run to right, just barely clearing the fence. The obliterations of Texas in games 1 and 2, and Bumgarner's dominance in game 4. All I'm asking for is one more memory, one that will stay with me forever.


For every one of you who has been along on this ride for as long as I have, the ones who sat with me through Candlestick, the pain of 02, the failures of 00 and 03, the letdown of 04, and the general sorrow of 05-09, let’s enjoy this, no matter what happens. 


Yep, this is a jumbled piece of shit.



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