Friday, June 04, 2004

Fight Club (D-Backs 11, Giants 5) 

There are several times in David Fincher's Fight Club when, in the middle of a fight or the next day, Edward Norton's narrator character or another character gives a bloody (or bruised-eye) smile. They're either pounding or getting pounded, but either way, they're enjoying the fight.

In some way, last night's game reminded me of that smile. Brandon's rocky 1st inning was like too many other innings so far this year in which the D-Backs fell behind early. The only difference was, instead of meekly going into the corner, the Diamondbacks started fighting back with 3 in the 2nd inning (oof!), taking the lead in the 5th inning with 3 more (uuuggh!), and 2, 1, and 2 runs in the 6th, 7th, and 8th innings, respectively (aaaaaarrrrggggh!). Even when Stephen Randolph's luck ran out in the 7th inning (yes, Robert, I'm beginning to come to your point of view regarding Randolph, though he's still better than Choate) and gave the Giants a glimmer of hope, the Diamondbacks came back and shut the door several times in their face.

I know that streaks are illusory and that the Giants are an average team with one superhuman player, but this series win felt good, and I hope the D-Backs can remember what this feels like. (This is, after all, what we expected this team to do this year -- win its fair share of 6-5, 8-6, and 11-5 hitters' games...) And, Jim, looks like your long national (OK, Arizona) nightmare is over at 22 games...

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