Before I delve into the inner workings of the San Francisco Giants 5-4 victory over the Cleveland Guardians on Monday night, I first want to quote one of my readers. Because I had a recap narrative planned out for quite a while before the Giants called a very poor audible, scrambled around maddeningly and chaotically, and then finally tossed a wobbly back-foot moonshot 50 yards that bounced off three helmets, seven hands, and two cats before landing in the arms of a receiver in the end zone, just as they drew it up.
It kind of ruined my narrative though, so here’s the new narrative:
All of a sudden this team is, uh.