Life on Broadway…

Under the shining
allure of neon stars, blazing endlessly into the night, New York City’s latest
drama closes the curtain on its three-night stint.

It was a nail biting
production, full of plot twists and enough guessing, and second-guessing to
make Hamlet look like a self-assured fellow.

People work a lifetime
for the opportunity to show what they’re made of under the bright lights of
Broadway, and this weekend the Giants got their shot.

Friday night, coming
in on a wave of success from the dress rehearsal in Miami, they hoped that
opening night would go off without a hitch. Well, Sanchez struggled, but
battled going 7 innings while giving up 4 on 7 hits. Decent, but not what you
would expect from the leading man on opening night. But life on stage is not
for the faint hearted, oh no. Trust the script, your cast and your instincts
because the finale, the life after the intermission, is a whole separate

Two runs in the fifth
captured the audience as the drama begins its slow unfurl, bringing the Giants
within one. Then the old theatre trick, lulling the audience into believing
that this one was all but sealed up, but with one out, John Bowker’s solo shot
shook the audience out of their seats as they realized that the story had yet
to unfold.

Little did they
know that the final scene would be a final tribute to the home of the great
stage; walking off forlorn as the great tragedy of late heroics took one away
from the Giants.

Yet, for the following day’s matinee, the
audience saw a performance not unlike the evening before. Following the script
to a T, Wellemeyer lived up to his season long malaise, yielding four runs with
5 walks in 4 1/3, while Johan Santana blanked the Giants early on. Everyone
lived up to the expectation stemming from the reputation of their previous

But, again, life on
the stage, the uncertainty of the plot overtook the players and squeezed a few
extra scenes out of the performance. And still, the drama for the visitors was
too much too bear and it ended in a dramatic triumph for New York.

The finale proved to
follow in the same pattern, but if you follow Giants baseball it is hard to
expect otherwise. They are at times not the most graceful of teams, but the
concept of protagonist is not an individual faire, rather, it is a cohesive,
unified role all 25 men decide to adopt. The Saviour alternates on a day-to-day basis, and if you are fortunate enough to survive the seemingly endless strain of plot
twists, you have to admit that this team can never be accused of dullness. They have character. They keep
an audience glued to the stage, fearfully jittering in a nervous tic, praying
that the hero, and in this case the hero is all 25 of them, can provide the outcome
that sends even our calloused hearts swooning.

Resilience and
perseverance is a trait we all look for in a protagonist.