Games, that is. The Gunslingers were bounced out of the playoffs by the mighty Mammoths in seven agonizing games. The Mammoths had a 3 games to 1 lead, and were leading in Game Five by a score of 4-0 in the bottom of the ninth inning at one stage. Aaron Hill hit a 3-run shot to make it interesting, and then after a walk, Carlos Quentin made his only playoff plate appearance count with a put-the-champagne-back-in-the-case two-run homer to send the series back to the Mammoths home park (San Francisco's AT&T Park) for Game Six. Talk about the walking dead.
We won Game Six by a 9-7 score after some shaky work by Darren Oliver in the 9th inning made a 9-3 game get uncomfortably close. Game Seven was all Timmy Lincecum, though. The Freak shut us out 1-0, and it wasn't even that close. So, the better team won, as it should have, but it was a fun, wacky, series. Manager Bill Lee was proud of the boys, saying, "I think they just really wanted to get back to California for some more medical marijuana. I know I did."
Oh, and I'm naming my blogs posts from the frozen North "TCP's Alaska". They ought to have less carnage than Sarah Palin's Alaska, and definitely less unprotected sex with 20-year-old girls, although I can always hope.
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