Excuse me for feeling confused. I attended Game 3 of the World Series Saturday night in Detroit, but I could have sworn it was Game 2 in San Francisco. I have the feeling I've seen all this before. You know, the Giants winning 2-0 and all that.
The games, or the game — help me here — go like this. The Giants pitch great. In this case, Ryan Vogelsong becomes a late-in-life Don Drysdale and makes the Detroit Tigers look like chumps, just like Barry Zito and Madison Bumgarner did. And Tim Lincecum comes in and looks like the superstar he used to be, and may be again. And the Giants' pitching is the story of this, so far, lopsided series. Both Will Clark and Ron Wotus called Giants pitching "nails," which, I assume, is a good thing. The Giants certainly have been sticking nails in the Tigers' claws.
And the Giants manage to get just enough runs in a scrappy, unspectacular fashion. They got two in the second helped by a stolen base and a wild pitch. And Pablo Sandoval gets another bunch of hits — it's like he was dormant and now he's alive again. And Gregor Blanco makes another great grab — this time running a mile and catching a foul fly ball from Jhonny Peralta in the bottom of the ninth for the first out. (I always think Peralta's first name is a typo.)
And, give them credit, the Tigers' pitching in Game 2 and Game 3 was world class, certainly nothing to complain about or criticize. And that doesn't even matter. That's how dominant Giants' pitching has been.
And we've waited for the Tigers' hitters to make a stand, but they don't — the Tigers hitting with a swollen reputation that has been dead on arrival. Prince Fielder was involved as usual in a Tiger-killing play, Fielder hitting into a double play in the first with two on and one out. And Quintin Berry hitting into his own DP with two on in the third. And Berry and Miguel Cabrera — Cabrera, for heaven's sake — failing in the fifth with the bases loaded. Careless, wasteful hitting. Cabrera and Fielder, I won't even give you their batting averages against the Giants for fear of a slander suit.
And we've seen Sergio Romo pitch the ninth inning, never getting close 90 on the gun, Romo throwing those sliders that dip and weave and jump. And he retires the Tigers so easily it's unfair, and the Giants win. Again.
We've seen this.
It's like both teams are following a script. From the Tigers' point of view, the drama is a stark tragedy about the inevitability of defeat. In the drama, some superior force is controlling the Tigers. And that's true. It's just that the force isn't the gods, or Fate or Nemesis. It is the San Francisco Giants.
Or maybe someone kidnapped the real Tigers. Yes, that's a theory. Someone kidnapped them and they're being held captive in a warehouse in Daly City, and the bad guys put actor look-alikes in the place of the real Tigers.