Four in S(EVEN)?
Don’t get me wrong, I have been known to get my hoot and holler on. But last night, when Gillaspie launched that “even shaped” ball deep into the night, all I did was raise my left hand, make a fist and smile. I never made a sound, didn’t even utter a “fuck yeah.” My days of jumping out of windows (college after Will Clark’s grand slam) are over. We’ve been gifted too much by this team over the years for me to act like this is all brand new. I advise you to click on “POTD-best of” and read #35. That’s what’s up.
Madison Bumgarner is just a man, man. He’s the man I wish I was. The man we should all strive to be. A winner. A closer. A starter and a finisher. An understated, respectful celebrator. Rock solid reliable. Is there a straighter or truer post season bullet ever fired in the history of baseball? Bumgarner makes me look at Joe Montana and say “Is that all you got?”
The best part of EYB is that it’s already happened. I guess you could also say it’s “happening”. But really, it’s happened. Once again we have been absolutely gifted with an unbridled joy that you don’t get from just walking the earth on a random Wednesday. Who knows what’s going to happen, we all know there is still a long road to travel.
I continue to force myself to appreciate the moments in time that we get with this team. We are so so lucky. Don’t ever forget that no matter what happens from here on out.