As the FOX commentators droned on toward the end of Game 6 of the NLCS about how “there’s nothing like a Game 7 in all of sports,” one of my happiest thoughts was that I’d get to enjoy Game 7 without Joe Buck repeatedly touting the Sunday NFL broadcast schedule or Tim McCarver butchering historical facts like how Willie McCovey fared in his debut game (It was 1959, not ’58, and he didn’t hit three triples in that game. He went 4-for-4 with two triples and two singles against Robin Roberts. Any dyed-in-the-wool Giants fan knows this and so much more that the national broadcasters fail to recognize. And that’s true for fans of any team…these guys need to do their homework before they start throwing out historical anecdotes.).
Anyway, enough about MLB on FOX. I grabbed tickets for Game 7 while Ryan Vogelsong was throttling the Cards in Game 6. Despite some pre-game raindrops and a veritable downpour in the ninth inning, Marco Scutaro caught that final popup and my daughter and I got to enjoy one of the great moments in San Francisco Giants history in person…the 2012 National League pennant. On to the World Series!
A few scenes from the day, thanks to my trusty iPhone:
Fireworks above, celebration below as the Giants win the pennant
Not many people left during the downpour in the 9th inning. It was worth getting soaked to see the Giants clinch.
What was a mist earlier became a true downpour in the 9th inning…but the game continued for those final couple outs.
The crowd got revved up all over again as the 8th inning ended and we entered the 9th.
Orange October is one of the themes this post-season – and it came to life during Game 7.
Matt Cain delivers the first pitch of Game 7…a strike.
The National Anthem was beautifully sung by Susan Tedeschi as a huge flag in the shape of the continental U.S. was on display in center field.
Buster Posey stretched in solitude as the shadows approached.
There’s something about fall sunlight at a ballpark that’s just different than any other time of year.
Fall shadows crept across the field as gametime approached.
Will Clark, hero of the 1989 NLCS, was chatting up fans near the dugout before the game.
It was blue skies and puffy white clouds as the game started. That changed a whole lot by the 9th inning.
A pre-game meal at Pete’s Tavern included the Western Burger (and a couple beers on tap of course). Thick-cut maplewood bacon, a tempura battered onion ring, barbecue sauce, and cheddar cheese atop a 1/2 lb. burger made for an excellent meal. Great curly fries too!
The sun was shining 90 minutes before gametime.
After coming across the Bay Bridge, seeing signs for the ballpark is always a welcome sight.
It’s been almost five years since my childhood friend Keith passed away suddenly at age 40. Keith and I met in 7th grade when we started junior high together, and we became fast friends and pretty much inseparable all the way through high school.
We went our separate ways after that, as he headed off to Oklahoma Baptist University and I went down to UCSD, but we always stayed in touch, and I saw him several times over the years despite the fact that we never again lived in the same state.
Keith later married and had two children. He and his family were living in Tennessee when he passed. He had spent several years as a stay-at-home dad, working as a freelance editor and writer mainly with the Baptist church in town. Continue reading →
Our father-daughter rite of spring: our first Giants game of the new season.
This past Sunday my daughter and I attended our first Giants game of the year. It was one of the Giants’ lesser efforts on this young season, a listless 4-1 loss to the lowly Pirates, but the game result mattered little.
After going to just one game in her first 10 years, my daughter and I have been going to multiple games together every year since my divorce seven years ago, and she’s become as big a fan as I am. We were lucky enough to be at Game One of the 2010 World Series, and we’ve been at Giants FanFest the past couple of years as well, where she realized her dream of meeting Brian Wilson in 2011, blowing right past one of my old heroes, Will Clark, to do so. Continue reading →