November 2, 2010 - NY Times Editorial
They Really Are Giants
Let's remember this later when we are locked in to professional football
and the gloom of winter. Let's remember it when rich baseball teams go
on their off-season spending binges, packing the payroll with talent for
their annual open-checkbook march to the playoffs.
Let's remember, for as long as we can, this long-haired, farm-raised,
mostly home-grown and organic World Series, won by the Giants on Monday
It was their first championship in 56 years, and their first as a San
Francisco team. And team they were - not a consortium of superstars, but
a smooth blend of rising stars and nonstars, of rejects and never-beens,
modestly compensated by Yankees and Red Sox standards, but hard-working
and well-anchored by a staff of awesome starting pitchers, all in their
Thanks to them, this Series felt relaxed and fun, relatively free of the
high-stakes anguish so prevalent in the playoffs. The pleasures started
with great pitching: in Game 4, his performance as
majestic as his name. Tim Lincecum, all spilling locks and whipsaw arm,
throwing smoke in Games 1 and 5. The black-bearded closer Brian Wilson,
pitching a 1-2-3 ninth to seal Monday's game, 3 to 1, and the Series,
four games to one.
Let's remember, too, the excellence of the Texas Rangers, who got as far
as they did through heavy hitting and the ace Cliff Lee, all but
invincible through the season, the playoffs and - well, for six innings
on Monday night, anyway. There was even a good first pitch, by George W.
Bush in Game 4: an easy strike by a former president who knows how to
throw a baseball.
Excellence and ease, from teams that clicked, that was this Series.
"It's a whole different vibe since Barry Bonds left," one Giants fan
told The Times a few days ago. "People have just opened up and realized
we can have fun with this whole thing." The Giants once tried to build a
franchise around Bonds, the sullen slugger, but the glue didn't hold. It
did this time, with players like the creaky Edgar Renteria, age 35,
whose .412 Series average and three-run homer Monday night helped make
him the M.V.P. Yes, he was a star, but just one in a constellation - of
eccentrics, castoffs, teammates, winners.