They got one. They finally got one. Just when it felt like the San Francisco Giants would never win a baseball game ever again, they won one.
No, the game wasn’t the cleanest and most lighthearted romp through green pastures, and it had some of the hallmark characteristics of one of their slumpier losses: runners left on base, a lot of walks handed out, a consequential miscue, an early lead jeopardized, a late lead blown.
I, like many of you, like Camilo Doval did, tried to turtle our heads into the shell of our chest as Ketel Marte’s swing swallowed a 1-0 slider and spit it out into the right field seats.