Nothing to say. Renteria for MVP?
UPDATE: Um…. Nosdtradmus am I. I said 7 shutout innings, Lincecum just missed 7 shutout innings. I said Renteria for MVP. Renteria for MVP….
…. The unlikely hero for a Series winner that few predicted was Edgar Renteria, an injury-plagued shortstop from Colombia who declared he expected to retire after the season and whose two-year $18.5 million contract was ridiculed because the Giants gave it to a player thought to be washed up.
I admit that I have been one of the worst critics of his signing….
Now, I say this…..
I am amazed, flabbergasted, stunned. I never, for one minute, thought this would be the Giants team that brought a title to SF. Sabean, Bochy, Righetti, Baer, Nuekom….. the entire organization deserves kudos. Congratulations to the Giants, to San Francisco, and to us, the long-suffering fans. That was an awesome ride.
I stand corrected, altered, and humbled. I thought we could contend with this staff, but these hitters, they came through again and again;, guys with no pedigree,
and guys like Renteria, who neatly bookends his career with a second World Series winning hit.
UPDATE: Just wanted to let you guys know….. We had champagne tonight, and we sprayed it all over No drinking, no toast, just locker room goodness. Thought you should know.
The great Joe Posnaski says it best:
…. To San Francisco, baseball had always been about stars and heartbreak and a howling wind at Candlestick Park. To San Francisco, baseball had meant the aging Willie Mays, now turning on fastballs and hitting long home runs. It meant Willie McCovey, Stretch, standing in the box, as menacing a hitter as the game had known. It meant the high leg kick of Juan Marichal, the hustle of Gaylord Perry, the sweet swing of Will Clark, the brilliant blend of power and speed of the young Bobby Bonds. Baseball meant miserable nights at Candlestick Park with hot dog wrappers blowing in the outfield and underdressed fans wondering where summer went.
No more misery.