The Future's So Bright We Oughta Wear Shades

by Phil Ross


Please allow me to introduce myself : I was born Dec. 3, 1954, a white Anglo-Saxon Giants fan. Which puts me among the longest, suffering, non-championship fans alive. Early memories are of a living room in Tempe, Arizona, 1962, listening to the radio. McCovey hits a scrEEEEEEcher... and... and... "Mom, does that mean we lost?" Mom, a longtime Cubs fan, only smiled.

In 1964 my family moved to Los Angeles, where I learned to puke Dodger Blue. I've witnessed many downs and ups at the Ravine -- including a Gross no-hitter, and a memorable Jack Clark bomb.

At the 'Stick I saw The Thrill single off the Wild Thing: the greatest at-bat I ever witnessed. I was on the run behind home plate when Robby Thompson, the best-schooled baseball player I ever saw, homered to club the Cubs.

The only two games I've ever seen at Pac Bell were... the last two.

I've tasted the highs, I've lived the lows. Where do we go from here?

Allow me:

Now, some numbers:

Thanks to a superior GM and manager, the team is in great hands. Let's face it -- "we" are not needed.

However...

We do need to get our money's worth.

As in, somebody needs to spend some money before this run Peters out.

We are on the doorstep, and it's pretty much understood that the time is now. We need to shrewdly spend at least $10 million this winter, and another $10 mil next summer, or whatever it will then take to fix the unforeseen.

Let's get real: We have the guns, but we don't have enough ammunition. As in, all our New York and Los Angeles opponents have over a hundred bullet$ and we only have 60. No matter how you hold it up to the light, there's really no getting around the disparity. But with a sold-out show, and with another victorious season within reach, can we not narrow the gap? Another 20 would at least bring us near-even with St. Louis.

A Christmas wish list...

All the while, keeping in mind, that the World Series seems to be won with pitching and defense... and .230 baseball players -- like Mazeroski, Dent, Lemke, Sojo.

But... You don't get to October without a Bonds.


Phil Ross is an EEEEEE! first-timer, and the true mystery man of the staff. He is the wind. Feel free to e-mail the wind at rossputin@webtv.net.
Copyright ©2000 by Phil Ross
Last updated 11/17/00
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