The dropped third strike is the dumbest rule in all of professional sports. Tonight, it was a MacGuffin. Coors Field loves to mess with your mind. It’s like some kind of Lovecraftian demon that works its way into your nightmares to make you prophesize your own doom. It forces you to think about all the ways everything can go horribly, terribly, unspeakably wrong. Just imagining it is as bad as living it. The Giants won, but I can’t even enjoy it because of how bad things could have been.
Imagine the Giants trying to salvage one lousy game from an otherwise miserable series.