On Thursday, October 11, 2012, San Francisco Giants backstop Buster Posey hit a grand slam off of Reds starter Mat Latos and subsequently ended the post season run for Cincinnati. Game five of the 2012 National League Divisional Series is the most painful sports-related hurt I have ever sustained. The Reds started that series in San Fran and jumped out to an early 2-0 lead then came home to be swept and promptly put away by the Giants. The Reds did the unthinkable and got swept on their own home turf within the friendly confines of Great American Ball Park.
The only consolation that we had here in Reds Country is that the Giants ultimately advanced to win the World Series that year. If your team has to lose, at least lose to the best team out there. That is consolation, right? Maybe for some I suppose. I, however, was inconsolable. I promptly dawned sackcloth and ashes and observed seven days of mourning, honoring the Old Testament tradition, for we, surely, had angered the baseball gods mightily to be smited in such a manner (or smote if you’re baptist.)
Fast forward to today…
Today, redemption. Today, healing. Today, closure for this wounded Reds fan. Today, my chin just inched a slight tick upward as the Reds became the first team to sweep San Francisco in a four game series in the 14 year history of AT&T Park. Yup, FOUR GAME SWEEP! On the left coast even. The Reds traditionally suck balls on west coast road trips. The last time the Reds swept the Giants in four games was 1972. I was -4 years old (but even then, I was surely a Reds fan.)
I tipped my hat to the Giants earlier this week when Tim Lincecum threw his second career no-no. By tipping my hat I mean I sent a congratulations text to an old friend/baseball enthusiast in San Fran. Good will extended from a baseball ambassador to a fan of the team that ripped my heart out two years ago. Do Alfred Nobel’s people give a medal for that? May I suggest that they get on that if they don’t? With this series sweep, I can finally put the 2012 NLDS behind me.
I will acknowledge, but not gloat about this victory for my team. I will not “nanny-nanny-boo-boo” the Giants faithful over their own epic fail. Believe me when I say that I know how much the taunting hurts. Believe me when I say that I have seriously weighed the cost/benefit of throat-punching a taunting antagonist. You can ask my parole officer.