To all the ships at sea,
Okay, I’m a redundant S.O.B. Mark Joseph is just a great, great writer. Go on Amazon and pick up a couple of his books, the newest one will be coming out shortly. Check out what he wrote about his mom and the Giants. Welcome to the World Series! He’s gonna hate this photo so I’ll add one more at the end.
“I feel like a pretty lucky Giants fan. My mom Boots who was a diehard never saw the Giants win a World Series. My friend Doug Rives who used to sit with me down the right field line at the ‘Stick in my mom’s Sunday season ticket seats never got to see this. All the drunken crazies who clustered around the upper deck on freezing nights and stayed to earn a Croix de Candlestick – well, we just accepted that we would never see a world championship so pass that joint, let’s have another hit. We cheered Big Daddy Reuchal and booed Johnny LeMaster and hated the Dodgers and the Reds and the A’s and it went on and on for decades. If we were really lucky we simply learned to love the game they were playing that day – because that was all you were going to get – a few innings and maybe they win, maybe they lose. Have another hotdog, it’s okay.
This year I certainly didn’t pick the Giants to win the World Series. I wish I did, but no, not in my dreamiest fantasies did I think they could win it all. Like most people who paid attention, I thought they had good pitching, very good indeed, but not devastatingly good, for the ages good, unbelievably good. Pitching has never been the Giants way, which may explain a lack of championships and an astonishing number of second place finishes. Marichal and Perry were never enough, but these guys now, these little boys who were all born in the 1980s have carved up all the old stereotypes and made all of us curmudgeons rethink all the things we used to think about how winners win in this confounding game. Let’s put it this way: Great pitching absolutely destroys any kind of hitting. I’m sure they’re still scratching their heads and trying to figure it out in Philly and New York and Dallas and all those places in the east who now have another reason to dislike San Francisco and call us dirty names.
The Giants won the World Series on Monday night and Tuesday we had an election. Miraculously, California resisted the urge to go down the path of tea party lunacy
A million people lined the streets of San Francisco yesterday – some of whom may have actually voted for Silicon Valley’s prime bitches Meg Whitman and Carly Fiorina – but unlike those witches the Giants actually brought home a gleaming trophy. The Giants did it without superstars, without prima donnas, without selfishness or sulking or refusing to talk to the press. There wasn’t the slightest hint of Barry Bonds around this team, but there was a big dose of Willie Mays. They played hard and in spite of their team weaknesses – they still can’t run the bases very well – they seemed to win on pure heart. And devastating pitching. And guys like Wan OOOreebay (that jerk Joe Buck never did learn how to pronounce his name).
My mom thought it was really great when the Giants brought some of the first Latin players to the big leagues, and she relished every chance she had to watch the Dominican Dandy pitch. She was there when the Giants introduced the first Japanese player – Masanori Murakami – to the Show. The baseball diamond was one of the places she used to teach me and my sister about diversity, although we didn’t call it that then. We just called it baseball, and the big leagues were the bigs because they had the best players, wherever they came from. It was – and is – a meritocracy played on a very level field. Even all that Yankee money doesn’t guarantee them a winner every year. The 2010 Giants had Dominicans and Puerto Ricans, a Colombian, a Mexican from L.A., kids from Alabama and Georgia and Seattle and a couple of guys who played in the College World Series for the U, my favorite football power, the University of Miami. Somehow they came together as a team that turned out to be the best in the land. I’ll probably spend the rest of my life trying to figure it all out. That’s why we all have so much fun with this.
So, folks, people seem to like what I write about baseball, and several have suggested that I start a blog. My problem is that I don’t know how to do it. Think I can get some help?