McCovey Chronicles, a San Francisco Giants community

I wish I knew two guys named Phil and two guys named Ray so I could goad them into a knife fight. After the blood cleared, I'd empty my savings account and put money on the team that shared a name...

No more Dodgers. No more Red Sox. I was certainly looking forward to typing those words, but I’m suddenly so… so… hollow. The hate nourished me. Gave me sustenance. Warmed the Brian Bocockles...

For most of the postseason, I've rooted against teams. If the Dodgers won the World Series with a team this young and promising...good gravy. That'd be like the Dodgers having their sacrificial...