Have you ever wanted something for a long, long time, but when that something came, it wasn’t what you had hoped for?
It happened to me this year with the Giants. In the spring, MLB made its long awaited return to the nation’s capital. For the first time in my Giants life, a period of about 40 years, I would get to see my beloved team play in the place where I lived.
The schedule put San Francisco, picked by some to finish first, here in Washington late in the season. Hey, maybe I would see them clinching or getting close to the division title. With a little luck, Barry would be approaching or maybe even tying or passing Aaron.
It didn’t turn out that way sports fans, but what I saw last night was one of the most memorable Giants games I have ever seen.
I got to RFK around 5 pm. A car with three gents wearing Giants hats and shirts pulled in the parking spot beside me. They had driven up from North Carolina. Chuck was a Giants fan going back to 1958. I met several other Giants fans while waiting for the gates to open. Some of them were wearing Nationals and Giants gear.
My buddy Don and me watched the Giants take batting practice. Bonds hit about eight over the fence, with a couple of the longer blasts drawing oohs and aahs and applause. A few fans mumbled "cheater" and the like, but this was mostly our gang excited to see the team. The lady beside me was from San Francisco and a long time Giants fan. She said something to Moises Alou in Spanish. He turned and looked at her. She told me she had asked him if he was going to play tonight.
Don and me took our seats in the upper deck on the Giants side. Barry got booed heavily in his first at bat but some clapped for him. The crowd of about 32,000 loved it when he popped out. Bonds did his talking with his bat in the fourth. He hit number 706, a jaw dropper that went about 10 rows back in the upper deck. I kept shouting, “unbelievable.” There were a handful of Giants fans in our section and they were getting their money’s worth out of the moment too.
Cain pitched a great game, popping Methany’s glove to tune of 93-94 MPH and some 88s that fooled the Nats. But the Giants weren’t doing anything either with Hernandez and trailed 2-1 going into the top of the ninth.
I don’t have to tell you the details of the dramatic finish. Top of the ninth, two on, two out, Giants down 2-1. Livan was tiring and Nats fans must have been going crazy when Robinson didn’t bring in their great closer Chad “Hail to the Chief” Cordero.
Then Alou hit the home run and we were going crazy. I don’t think I have ever been to a game where the Giants hit such a home run.
The shot thinned the crowd out. I actually felt bad for the Nats fans. I had stood beside them on Labor Day, a great outing by Livan beating the Marlins and pulling Washington to within two I think.
But just when we thought we had the game, the Nats rallied. Benitez was wild and giving Giants fans ulcers. Bases loaded. Winning run on third. Two outs. Brad Wilkerson hits a shot to left. The crowd roars. My heart begins to sink. Linden runs back. The ball’s slicing away from him. He dives for it. He got it!!
Emotionally spent, I got back home and told my wife how great a game it was. It was 40 years in the making. Bonds and the Giants delivered.
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