||[Oct. 3rd, 2010|09:19 am]
Today I will personally bear witness to either the best or worst game played at AT&T Park in the past seven years. Baseball gods, I beseech ye, shower some luck and happiness on this team and its fans. For what sayeth the good book? "Glory be to the Chosen One, he of the flowing locks who leadeth the league in strikeouts for consecutive seasons; and to his battery mate, he of the boy's face and man's strength, who rightfully taketh up the mantle of the cleanup spot and weareth it well; glory be to the journeyman, he who provideth the spark for his teammates at the top of the order and inspireth us all with his labor, discipline and super-speed; to the broad-shouldered Southerner, who showeth endless grace and poise beyond his young years, and unpredictable life to his fastball; to the hirsute one, he who maketh his opponents to quake in fear at both his 93mph slider and his woolly, wild visage. And glory be to the multitudes who prayeth at the altar of this team and their history, which place lyeth on the shores of the fair McCovey Cove, and from whose bowels the joyous cries of victory will echo forever and after throughout the annals of time." Amen.