I must say the World Series was one for the ages. Most of the country didn't watch it but I don't care. True baseball fans did and what they saw was TEAM ball. Both KC and SF showed how the game should be played. Hats off to Kansas City for a valiant effort and their cinderella season.
However, we scratched, clawed and pitched our way to victory. Unbeleiveable moments of key hits, fielding and pitching.
The SF Chronicle issued a commemorative edition. On the 3rd page were thanks from the Giants organization. 15 simple sentences.
When I read them a week after we'd won I started crying like a baby. Tears of pure joy. Here are the ones that set me off.
To Brian Saban and his scouts who signed rookie sensations Joe Panik, Matt Duffy and Andre Susac, who all started the season just hoping to make the bug club.
To The Beast who pulled a Willis Reed to save the NLCS Game 5 in the 8th.
To Angel Pagan whose wings we rode to get here.
To The Panda, Mr. Rocktober, rocketing balls all over the park from both sides of the plate and snagging everything that came near his den.
To Madison Bumgarner, the big kid left hander, who picked up the whole team, the whole city, the whole Giants nation, put em on his massive shoulders and carried us all home.
And to the 43 thousand in The Park and millions around the globe who would not stop believing.
To all those we, with delight at being repetitive say;
TOGETHER WE ARE CHAMPIONS!!!
Told my friend Christa we are going to opening day next year, no matter what the tickets costs. My boys, my team! Simply love them!!!
