The daily agony is over. The long-term, lingering pain remains, of course. But the acute crisis is over, and there's some relief in that. Travis Ishikawa's grand slam should have been the big blow, and when Colorado re-took the lead I was despondent. Seven runs off Ubaldo Jimenez, and all for naught! But the lads rallied impressively with Olympic Nate getting a huge triple and Andres Torres driving him in to tie it, then Freddy Sanchez getting a hit, a Torres steal of 3rd, and the Panda showing some plate discipline to get the sac-fly RBI that put us ahead. A sweet sequence, indeed. Aubrey Huff's blast in the 9th turned out to be the killer blow and more than enough for Wilson to nail the save.
A desperately-needed win comes from the most unlikely source--the offense. Our starter gives up six runs and we win by pounding on one of the best pitchers in the game. Giants baseball: not just torture, but a bizarre and inscrutable torture.
Matt Cain goes tomorrow, and his last two starts have been ugly. If he can right the ship grind out a quality start we could leave Denver with a split, which would be huge. Maybe the bats will still be hot against Jason Hammel. Every little bit helps, you know?
Have a great Fourth, everyone. Happy Independence Day!