Post-game thread: Giants show class, decline to get greedy

Ah, the curse of winning the first two or three games of a series. Even though the series is guaranteed to be a success in the big picture, there’s a chance that after the last game, you’ll still feel like you dropped a steamer trunk on your foot. It’s like winning $500 on a lotto ticket -- it’s great until your mind starts to drift on what could have been. You start resenting your wife for not being born on August 32nd instead of the 31st, and wondering what really would have happened if 6 was 9.

Send some sort of robo-pigeon back in time with this message...

Giants take two of three from Rockies in Colorado.

...and you’re thrilled. Absolutely thrilled. But a sweep! That would have kept you warm at night. It would have been like the end of "A Christmas Carol" combined with the end of "It’s A Wonderful Life," a mad dash of unbridled ecstasy through a snowy courtyard where you hug strangers and exult to the heavens.

As is, it was a loss. The Giants have a .000 winning percentage over their last 1 game. The road trip was a fantastic success, but for the past three hours, it was dreadful. Matt Cain allowed too many base runners, too many hits, and too many hard-hit balls. Coors’d. Well, and he didn’t pitch well at all for the first time this season. At the end of the day:

• Pablo Sandoval emerged from the trainer’s room with a mild strain. No big deal.
• Buster Posey’s hand wasn’t shattered into a million pieces by Ty Wigginton’s back swing
• The Dodgers are going to be put on eBay, where Bud Selig is hoping his "A+++++++++++++++" reputation will lead to the fiscal restoration of a historic franchise.

All in all...could have been worse. Could have been a day where the middle of the order went on the disabled list and the Dodgers weren’t a punch line. Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp, and it read, "Ice Cube has mild allergies, but at least it isn’t bronchitis!"