After watching a delightful three-game set between the Dodgies and Giants this weekend, it occurred to me all that I have to be thankful for...most importantly, is my not being a Giants fan.
I've sat through my share of misery. My bro-in-law Scott and I watched 20+ games in 2001, 2002 and 2003 (nearly the worst team ever) in Detroit and countless hundreds on TV. I sat through the destruction of the Dodgers last year. I've moaned and complained when times were tough and enjoyed the good times when the game saw fit to deliver a ray of sun my way.
But I've never had to stand and cheer and get all excited about a guy who is, by all accounts, a fraud and a miserable human being. I've never had to put blinders on to enjoy my teams. I've never had to blot out the fundamental weakness of my team to enjoy a meaningless record chase by a man who wouldn't shake my hand if I returned his wallet to him.
Better still, I've never been a fan of a team financially handcuffed by someone like that. (Thanks for not signing, Juan-Gon) And despite the standing ovations every time he wobbled out to left field or got halfway up the line on another dud hit, I can't imagine what a misery that must be to go through that.
So to the sad old guy with the little sign behind the plate: "Pitch to Barry"...yikes, dude.
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