Sweep! Sweep! Told you we were gonna need a bigger broom! The other LA team came into town on Friday and just like the wallflower when the prom king asks for a dance–they were completely swept off their feet. It may go down in the books as one of the most unusual series ever played–but it was pretty much torture as usual for us GIANTS fans.
It started on Orange Friday with Chris Heston on the bump for the GIANTS–his quality pitching since the beginning of the season, coupled with the health of some of our veterans, may land him a regular spot in the rotation yet. The most unusual thing that happened during Friday night’s game was when the home plate umpire got dropped by a pitch that landed solidly on his knee. Ouch! That’s gonna leave a mark. Panik’s walk-off hit to win the game wasn’t so strange–it’s his 2nd walk-off win already this season–it was great, but dare I say it? I kind of expect great from Panik–not because I think he has to be great, it’s just that he usually is. Nicely done Joe. The final score was:
GIANTS 3, Angels 2
Saturday’s game proved to be a little more interesting–and a bit of a nail-biter at the end. Hudson pitched a solid 8 innings and took the GIANTS into the 9th with a comfortable 3-run lead–thanks in no small part to RBIs from Aoki and McGehee, along with Crawford and Posey HRs. Huddy faced one hitter in the 9th, and left the field to resounding applause from grateful fans. And that’s when things went south–literally–the Angels’ bats woke up and started making noise like those stupid GD thundersticks their fans made us hate in 2002, and they narrowed the lead to 1 run. With 2 outs, the tying run at 3rd, and the go-ahead run on 1st, the batter hit a ground ball to 2nd, and it ran smack dab into the runner going from 1st to 2nd. Game over.
Here’s how the play was recorded by the official scorekeeper: out by 2nd baseman Joe Panik, unassisted. I told you that the kid was great–he didn’t even have to touch the ball. The final score was:
GIANTS 5, Angels 4
Sunday’s game started with a 1, 2, 3 first inning for Lincecum–in fact, he recorded the 1st out on his 1st pitch–and I crossed my fingers–they’re not going down this easy, are they? The GIANTS came to the plate in the bottom of the 1st, and just like the Angels’ lead-off man, Aoki took a whack at the 1st pitch–but with a much better result–Kuiper did his famous HR call and Panik came to the plate. Panik took 2 pitches and, I kid you not, followed Aoki’s lead and sent the 3rd pitch over the wall. Pagan was up next, and when he hit the ball, I thought Kuip was going to lose his mind–he started his HR call, shouting: “he hits it high, he hits it deep…” only it didn’t make it over the wall–it did land Pagan squarely on 3rd for a triple. God, that was an exciting inning–back to back HRs and a triple–that’s not just huge (pronounced YOUGE)–it’s GIANT. Panik scored again in the 3rd–on a force out RBI off Belt. Buster and Belt both scored in the 5th on Crawford’s 2 strike, 2 out, 2 RBI, 2 bagger (that’s just baseball speak for a double–but I was working the 2’s). Timmy pitched 8 solid, giving up 3 hits, 1 walk and striking out 4. Nice shut-out. The final score was:
I know when some of you read the title to this post, one of two things happened: your blood started to boil OR you thought I was crazy. Actually, both things probably happened. But hear me out–I’m no Randy Newman fan, and when they play “I Love LA” after a win at Chavez Ravine–I want to scream. So I’m going with the sage advice “the best defense is a good offense”–and I do mean ō-fence. I’ve replaced the lyrics of that awful song with some of my own. Think we can get Ashkon to record it? You know the tune, just change the lyrics. Here’s how it goes:
“You can keep your rally monkeys and your stupid thundersticks, let Tommy LaSorda stay down south and eat Dodger Dogs all day, send us your Dodgers, send us your Halos, we’ll SWEEP all your teams in the City by the Bay–you know why? We love to beat LA! We love it! We sweep LA! We SWEEP it!”
Admit it–you like the song now, right?
Hey, at least our song is a classic, and who doesn’t love Tony Bennett?