As Giants fans we have learned the ways of losing. The heartbreak, the despair, the disappointment, the trauma--not unlike a naked Russel Martin knocking the air out of you--is familiar to one and all. We have not only courted Defeat, but we have dated her, wed her, gone on a honeymoon, gone through couple's therapy, and had a child by her. The name of this child is Hopelessness, and we change her diapers every year.
And yet, there is a murmur on this site, so low you have to close your eyes to hear it, but there it is ... Confidence.
This is actually a team you can believe in. After every heartbreaking loss, they have come back as a team. After a terrible month of August the starters have returned in full force. With a quarter-Panda (with cheese) on the road, they have held their own (39-36). When I first heard that Andres was out, my first thought was "FUCK!" and my second thought was "We'll be just fine, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank you Sabean for getting us 19 outfielders."
Somewhere, despite all scientific advice to the contrary, we really have our hearts in this thing. Yes the team has flaws, but isn't there a tiny twinkling of hope there, that maybe, just maybe, this year we could do it?
This is not intended to argue that we will or we won't win the World Series. I almost believe that we could, but at the same time, I can't trust what I feel anymore, for my heart has been broken 2000 too many times. This post is just to say, San Francisco Giants, I love you. I know you are probably going to do me wrong again, but I will still love you.
My mind tells me you can't do it, my heart tells me you can, and my gut says I'm hungry for a midnight snack. But whatever the outcome, it can't be any sort of heartbreak I don't know. So, I'm putting all my chips in:
San Francisco Giants, this year I believe you can win the World Series. Please don't let me down again.