Two separate hour-long rain delays, three leads lost, 11 2-out RBIs, 10 walks, 21 strikeouts, 10 runs scored in the last two innings, four mid-inning pitching changes, three errors in the 10th—it was a marathon of a game, a beast of one who's importance swelled, growing wild and unkempt like the hair of Chia Pet, the longer the rain fell.
At various points throughout, it appeared as though neither team wanted to win with the game threatening to go on indefinitely, an endless parade of delays and blown saves and runners stranded and slippery bats twirling back into the dugout. A theater of the absurd, the Waiting for Godot of baseball-a game to be endured.
But the San Francisco Giants did win it, despite umpire Stu Scheurwater, Luis García Jr., Camilo Doval, most batters with runners in scoring position, and most of all, despite God who sent the flood. The rains came but they did not wash the Giants out—though it was close.
Cut to the return after the second delay. The tarp was rolled up, cat litter scattered over the infield dirt, and action restarted with the game tied at 2 runs a piece in the 8th, and it remained that way until the 9th.
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