Been waiting three days to use that one. Apologies for the late post, work ran long and east coast games always make posting a headache.
So the Giants won. Yes, half the team is hurt and the injuries are only mounting (Eli Whiteside bellyflop slide FTW!) But hell, they won a game, and these days we’ll take what we can get. It might not have been a particularly pretty win, well, unless you throw out that ninth inning where the guys decided to play a spirited round of “crap the bed.”
But you know what? It’s a win. It’s a win at a time when the entire organization seems to be completely snakebit. It’s a win at a time when guys are spraining their ankles fielding bunts and taking cheese graters to their faces on the way to second base. It’s a win at a time when Arizona seems to score three runs just by trotting out to the mound. It’s a win one night after the team looked to have smacked rock bottom at mach-3.
It’s a win from a team that’s still alive. And given the way the last couple of weeks have gone, it’s as sweet as wins get.