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.


It’s Nice to Dream But we’ve got to Wake Up Sometime

It’s a simple game. See Ball. Hit ball. Run like Crazy. The Giants can muster 1 out of 3. Okay, to be fair, they manage all three, but the results are rarely favourable. They see the ball, watch it dribble to a middle infielder or loop lazily into the mitt of a corner outfielder, and run right on into the dugout.

Heading into Spring Training no one thought they would do otherwise, even with the acquisition of two additional bats. However, as those March days opened and hits fell one after another, dropping right into the early days of April, we saw a team we dreamed of during those hot stove months. But, what happens when you dream, when you get that brief, sweet taste of something wished for-asked Santa for? You wake up.

The spring is the natural alarm clock for life, plants and animals alike, but we seem to have slept too long because we woke groggy, believing the dream to be real. The dream of clutch base hits and RBI’s was a lovely thing, but waking up at the end of April to find it was all a dream is difficult to take. Real life, waking life, where the pieces that fit so perfectly in sleep clumsily manifest into a 5-49 hole with runners in scoring position, a severe drought in home runs, and a team trend of hitting in the mid .200’s. But, it’s still early, what happens is a mush of what is to come and what has been all along. 5 runs off of arguably the games best pitcher, Roy Halladay, and a decent 3-for-7 with men in scoring position may suggest a turnaround.

Who knows, we just woke up right?

But, the road doesn’t get any easier with Cole Hamels, a gritty Aaron Cook, and two talented young starters in Jorge De La Rosa and Urbaldo Jimenez. 3-for-7 is going to have to get a lot better. But the question remains, can we ask such things from a team we believed would do just what it has been doing? Of course we can ask, but receiving such wishes may be beyond possibility, though still those sweet dreams linger and push expectations high. So, now that those beautiful spring imaginings have given way to the coming of summer’s gruelling reality, it is unfair to knock a team for doing exactly what we believed it would do. There is a lot of time left for the Giants to hit 5-49 with runners in scoring position and break our hearts to boot, but do not forget that there is also time for them to find whatever it was that made March and April so wonderful. Just remember, it is our own high expectations that have made this last week so painful. The Giants are merely living up to our winter expectations. There is a lot time to raise them back up.

But, until that time I think I’ll take a nap.