I missed it. I was in class, or on BART, or heading to my car. I don’t know. But when I heard the wrap up I screamed for joy mixed with sorrow.

The suicide squeeze. There is no greater thing of beauty in baseball. A split second of carefully orchestrated chaos. Grand slams happen weekly. Perfect games are rare but long and drawn out, and are for the most part an individual effort. The sqeeze requires everyone on the bases and in the box to be focused, and perform. It says ‘we can score at will,’ it throws a defense into a panic.

So not only did they pull the squeeze off, they did it without an out at first. Better than textbook. Oh yah, the back to back to back homers were pretty special too - 10th time in Giants history. You know, this could be the turning point.

Little Kruk texts it best, “they’re going to win the freakin’ world series!”