Sorry, but I can't pretend there's anything more important to me right now than the Giants-Dodgers series in Los Angeles this weekend. I know there are more important things going on in the world; that's not what I'm saying. I know baseball isn't life and death. (What?!?) I'm just saying, Beat L.A. That's all.
As it stands now, the earliest the Giants can be eliminated from postseason play is Sunday, the last day of the regular season. I don't know how you can ask for more than that. They play a 162-game schedule, stretching from the last days of March to the first weekend in October. That's a long haul, and it takes a lot out of fans (not to mention players).
My team doesn't play many games that don't count for something. They're good enough that every game matters. Some teams were eliminated from contention before the end of August, but they still had to play the whole month of September. That has to be hard on everyone associated with them.
I had a little taste of that tonight, as I tried to watch the (useless) Rockies playing their incompetent little hearts out against the steamrolling Astros in Houston. I have my reasons for disliking the Rockies, and I've spelled them out here before. But on this occasion I was pulling for them. I need them to win at least one of the three games in their series against the Astros. That would give the Giants their only chance to win the division title Sunday.
It's painful to want a bad team to win, because more often than not they let you down. That's pretty much what makes them bad in the first place, and I'm not used to it. My team plays bad games sometimes, and it can be at the worst possible moment, but overall they play well and win often. When I have to cheer on a team that's going nowhere and probably isn't going to win, I don't know how to do it. It fricassees my baseball fan's brain.