Giants 5, Cardinals 4

What has St. Louis in common with San Francisco? NL squads, towards our point, but first off, an similarity that’s almost obvious (if you know no Spanish, possibly not so obvious, but too bad. Spanish is cool). San Francisco is Spanish for “Saint Francis” (it was originally a missionary town), and St. Louis honors King Louis IX (a saint, shockingly). It was part of “Louisiana” (in honor of Louis XIV) back in Louis XIV’s day.

So, adopting a historical approach, you can pick out a third commonality. San Francisco is now what you might think of if I say “oh, this is a far road trip for Atlantic coast guys, having to go way out to such a faraway town.” Sun motion (okay, our world’s rotation) allows Pacific day matchups to start towards Atlantic night. It’s about as far as you can go.

But back in…okay, not Louis XIV’s day, but not our day, San Francisco had no major ball club. No, a far away trip for NL squads would go to such a far-flung municipality as…St. Louis. (Junior Circuit inhabitants had Kansas City to visit.) With transportation and communication so slow, you could not, as you can now, turn on your radio and go “aha, it’s still light out (or dark out and lights function!) in San Francisco.” Nor could you log on to and go “oh, it’s still light in San Francisco, it’s not a night affair, but it’s in inning what?”

And today, you can. And I did. And it was not that day’s champion of duration; such an honor was to go to Colorado vs. Pittsburgh (14 innings, not 12). But–thanks to St. Louis’ marathons last campaign? a possibility to follow Giants during day? such a synchronicity of towns?–that was what I would follow along.

At this blog’s birth, I didn’t know what sort of stuff I would put up but “woo, sports talk!” But I think I was imagining short summary blurbs. “Around divisions: Manny quits, marathon matchups, odd occasions, and stuff.” That didn’t totally pan out–odd occasions, right, but not so much summary stuff. I don’t know what 2011 will bring, and it’s sort of hard to dig through six-plus days’ worth of information to find cool blog topics. But I’ll try to find out.

Bats and Balls (Reprise)

Who’s that playing the Rangers?
I’ll tell you who’s that playing the Rangers.
Rookies and a Freak and a Kung Fu Panda and a Beard and a barrel of madcap strangers
Those are who’s playing the Rangers.

What’s in the daily news?
I’ll tell you what’s in the daily news.
Story about game five, Giants hoping to clinch it, Rangers just trying not to lose
That’s what’s in the daily news.

What’s happening all over?
I’ll tell you what’s happening all over.
Fans sitting at home by television sets, wondering if this is when the season will be over.
That’s what’s happening all over.

When you see a bat
Whipping around a hat
You can bet that it’s just looking for a ball…


Follow the trend and hit no more,
Hit no more, hit no more.
Put down the baseball bat, use it no more.
Follow, follow the trend.


A World Series ring would look grand
On any given pitching hand,
So closers try to bar the door
Making sure the batters don’t score.
When many a rookie’s a star
You’d better give thanks to your scout,
And things being how they are
Hope you can get that final out.
So the Arlington ballpark’s the spot
For both teams to give all that they’ve got.

It was good old reliable Brian
Brian, Brian, Brian Wilson
If you’re looking for action, his mound is the spot
And he’ll serve you up heaters when he gets hot
Yeah it’s good old reliable Brian
Hoping not to issue a walk
And to end the Giants’ established title drought
Since they left New York.


I got your batter here, they’re gonna end the year
With him still on the bench, I can see it clear.
Cantu, Cantu, this guy that they’ll have, Cantu.
Won’t get a chance to come through, come through, come through.

His batting skill was clear, I know this will sound queer
But it’ll turn out to be the pitchers’ year.
Cantu, Cantu, it sounds crazy to me too.
But this sort of pace won’t do, won’t do, won’t do.

Now listen here, this Bum? He’s not really a bum
And it’s through him that lots of success will come
The kids, the kids, will avert potential skids
And someday attract big bids, big bids, big bids.

And speaking of which. Cliff! His arm will not be stiff
And he’ll keep pitching through hoping for a whiff.
Has chance, has chance, with him they still have a chance
You’ll see how far they’ll advance, advance, advance.

Now just a minute, boys, you make a lot of noise
But we’ll just have to see all the season’s joys.
Who knows, who knows, which way any season goes?
Only after, I suppose, suppose, suppose.

It once seemed so unclear, but now the end is here.
Oh, what a crazy year!

Two guys named Sanchez

Without dreams of wins and pride a team will lose
Though they still play games, they can’t hope to go on.
Hot starts lead to playoff dreams, but face the facts;
Until you have clinched, you can’t really relax.
Have a team lose ten in a row. They won’t die
Right away. If they’re chased, they will survive.
Bring on the chance of extra games. They won’t cry.
Tiredness won’t ease the hunger in their minds.

Though they don’t belong to the same family
Teammates strive as one, against calamity.
Trying to hold a lead in the pennant race
The way it was going, they’d need a tight brace.

Give them five-plus shutout innings, they will thrive.
A triple and single keep them alive.
With the season in the balance, they’ll impress
With the winning run, from two guys named Sanchez.