You would have to be a pretty big poop head not to love Giants baseball. Today's victory against the Orioles was a good example: another solid win (6 innings, 2 runs, 8 hits , 4 walks , 10 strikeouts) from the Freak, another 5 out super-save from Wilson, and even another back-to-back barrage from Huff and Uribe. It may not have been the prettiest game - Tim's last out that grazed his shoulder comes to mind - but is was exciting and a big win that keeps us right in a wonderful race. Yep, you would have to be a BIG poop head.
But I love Giants baseball for even more reasons today. I have been married to my soul-mate for 11 years as of today. We spent this afternoon at The Black Sheep, a lovely pub at which we had our first date. As we enjoyed the "fayre and libations," my lovely bride and I shared one of our great joys together: Giants baseball. I truly felt like a fortunate man. It was a glorious occasion, independent of the score.
Bullshit. The win made it better.
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