8-1, Royals over the Giants.
Let me satisfy the Royals fan in me really quickly here...OH YEAH! ROAD WIN, BABY!
Okay, now onto the Giants fan in me...
WHAT THE F---!
Well, I guess I told you all that the first two games would be more difficult, with both D.J. Carrasco and Runelvys Hernandez coming off good starts, and Carrasco looking like he possibly has the makings of a decent 4th or 5th starter. Guess I was right.
Shame 'bout that.
Not to pour salt in the wound, but this ought to give all the optimistics a glimpse. Sure, the Royals are playing better ball lately, but this team had just gotten spanked twice by Texas, giving up 22 runs in two games, and they'd lost eight in a row on the road.
If you want to contend for anything, be it division title or wildcard, you win these types of games. Period. You don't let failed-relievers-turned-starters five hit you through nine innings, and draw nary a walk against a guy who's never been known to have tight control.
I'll be at the game tomorrow early enough to catch batting practice. I'm thinking around 6:00 I'll be there, and I'll be making a spectacle of myself wearing my nicer Giants jersey on the outside, my nicer Royals jersey just underneath, and my Royals t-shirt underneath all. I'll top that off with one of my Giants hats. Everything'll be equal that way: two pieces of Giants apparel, two pieces of Royals apparel. The Giants stuff will be outermost because this is SBC/Mays Field, and the Giants need the win tons more than the Royals do.
Perhaps I'll be on ESPN like I was last August at the A's/Royals game on August 13th after Abraham Nunez hit a grand slam off of Mark Mulder which set me off to standing and clapping (and catching a few bottle caps off the noggin). The bottlecaps got me to shouting and yelling, which brought more bottlecaps, which led to me shouting and yelling even more after John Buck hit the Royals 2nd grand slam of the game an inning or two later. Yep, they love me in that thar Coliseum.
15 seconds of fame? No, it was more like three seconds, but I got it on tape. Whoo hoo!
Now, of course, I don't know what I'll be doing if they put me on camera -- I could be grumbling, yelling, pouting, cheering...oh, heck, just watch out for me, alright?
Oh, and if anyone is at the game and wants to flag me down (or buy me some beer and/or garlic fries), feel free. I'll discuss just about anything except Marquis Grissom's continued, useless presence on the Giants roster.