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The Latest Leaders list for October came out last night, and I’m #7!!!! I’m so excited :) Just wanted to thank you all so much for your faithful support and for coming back to read what I have to say. It means so much to me!
I thought I’d talk a little today about my blog’s title, which, as you should all know, is “Unfinished Business.”
I got the name from a then-GM Kevin Towers quote after the 2007 season. During the 2007 season, all you Padres fans know, was the Worst Game Ever. After a remarkable season, we found ourselves tied with the Colorado Rockies for the Wild Card. So, we went to Colorado for a one-game playoff. It was October 1, 2007. A Monday night.
It was literally the worst game ever. Our ace, Jake Peavy, was horrible. Adrian hit a grand slam. The game went back and forth the whole time. Finally we got to the 13th inning and Scott Hairston hit a two-run homer to take the lead. It was sooo incredibly exciting!
The all-time saves leader, Trevor Hoffman, came in to save the game and get us our playoff spot. Except…things did not go as planned. Bam bam bam bam, single, single, triple, run-scoring flyout, and we were done. The Rockies went on to the World Series, but lost to the Red Sox (TAKE THAT!!).
So ANYWAYS, Kevin Towers said during the offseason that we had some unfinished business with the Rockies. I completely agreed with that, and that was what I titled my blog when I started it in the 2008 season.
But after 2008, the title was not really relevant anymore, because we couldn’t just stay mad at the Rockies for the rest of our lives. Well, the fans can (and I am), but the team itself was completely different than those guys who were in Game 163.
I debated changing the name after that season, but decided that it was still very relevant, because the Padres have the “unfinished business” of never winning a World Series. In our 41 year existence, we have reached two total World Series, and won zero. Our first time was 1964, and our second was 1998. We have had no success at all. Pretty sad.
Our unfinished business is to win a World Series. I know that someday, someday, we will. We’ll get it eventually.
Just wanted to let you all know that we still have that Unfinished Business. I honestly thought that we had a chance this season. But hey, that’s the duty of a die-hard fan, right? We believe in the impossible. Even there in that stupid last game of the season, I clung to a hope that we would force the playoff. I HATE THE GIANTS!!!
I absolutely hate that the Giants won the World Series. I don’t care about Bochy or Flan or whatever. The Giants freaking kicked the Padres out of the playoffs. That is unforgivable.
Blech. We’d better dominate the Giants’ butts next season.
Well, the Adrian drama goes on. He had shoulder surgery not to long ago, and now it looks like he’s not going to be ready in time for the start of Spring Training. Smooth, Adrian. Real smooth.
Also, FAN FEST IS SET FOR SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 12, 2011. BE THERE.
Hey, that’s actually not that far away…only three months!! Sweet!!! I’m soooooo excited :D :D :D :D :D
I hope you guys all have a great weekend. I’m super busy writing it up for NaNoWriMo…
I know it’s been over a year. I know that what’s over is over, what’s done is done. But it still hurts. So I have a little “unfinished business”: I need to deal with Game 163 for once and for all. For the first and last time on this blog, I will deal with it. I need to let it go.
All baseball fans probably remember this game. It was Monday, October 1, 2007. We had just lost two hard, hard games. On Saturday, Trevor Hoffman had a one run lead, two outs, and a runner at third. He had a 1-2 count on Tony Gwynn Jr. We were one strike away from the playoffs. But the next pitch, which was low, was shot down the left field line. We eventually lost in extras. That was hard. Then on Sunday we lost, so, on Monday, we had to play a tiebreaker for the wild card against the Rockies at Coors Field.
It was a super emotional game for me. I was actually at a dance class during the majority of it, so I didn’t know what was happening. But I did get to hear Adrian Gonzalez’s grand slam. I was so excited and I had so much energy it was insane. I did get to check the game once in a while. I couldn’t believe it was still going. Looking back, I really should have stayed home, But when I finally did get home, it was nerve-wracking. I went into my room with the radio blaring. I think I got back around the 11th inning. When Scott Hairston hit the 2-run homer, I was so excited, as in, jumping around my room excited. I could hardly believe that we could really be getting this. Right after the homer, rookie Chase Headley got a single, and I really wanted the guys to get him in. Trevor had had a rough weekend, and I was hoping he could have bigger cushion. But no. So he came into the bottom of the 13th with a 8-6 lead. He got destroyed by the Rockies. Let me tell you, they were on absolute fire. It was unbelieveable. During that 13th, I held on to hope as long as I could. But it was not to be, and I was devistated. I cried for a good half hour, and then I had to go brush my teeth. I thought it was so weird. I mean, here my team just got brutally eliminated, and I have to go on with life and brush my teeth.
It took me a long time to recover from that game. I couldn’t watch the highlights for quite a long time, especially the last play. I would always break down to see Trevor get bashed around like that. My friend recorded the game, and when I finally made myself watch it, it was so hard. Especially watching the Rockies celebration. They were so detestable in my eyes. I finally had to stop it when they were talking to all the players afterwards. I know for many people it was so cool that this underdog team won in such an exciting manner, but for me it was pure pain. I rooted against the Rockies all throught the postseason. I don’t hate them anymore, though. The pain was so fresh, and I couldn’t root for the team that inflicted it. But it made me a Red Sox fan, so I am thankful for that. I started wearing black, and I don’t like wearing bright colors to this day. Last year was a tough, tough offseason. (Just FYI, that was my “obsessed” stage. Things are much different now.)
The Game was a reflection of our season. It seemed like every Padre in that dugout played in that game. The rookies, the veterans, they were all there. Even the broken-fingered Mike Cameron was out there, running the bases and playing center. Bud Black pulled out all the stops, and he played the game like it was his last. And it was.
We had our ace, Jake Peavy, out there. He was so sharp all season. We had pretty much the same infield. Adrian Gonzalez, Geoff Blum, Khalil Greene, Kevin Kouzmanoff. Josh Bard had caught the majority of Jake’s games, and he was out there again. The outfield was the same way it had been in the last few days.
We showed the resiliance that we had shown all year. Adrian’s grand slam represented the incredible 30 home run 100 RBI season he had. Jake did not do well. He gave up too many runs too early. These Padres hung on all the way to the 13th, when Scotty hit the two-run homer. He had been hitting walk-offs ever since we got him in an incredible deal. Heath “Workhorse” Bell was out there for the longest stint of his season, and he held them to nothing. Joe Thatcher, who came in a trade that upset some players, pitched a couple of scoreless innings. He was in line for the win if we had won it. All the players threw their guts in the game, but it wasn’t enough. After Scotty’s homer, Trevor Hoffman came into the game. The Padres were excited. They thought they were going to win this, and why shouldn’t they? The all-time saves leader was going out there to try to save it for them. Yeah, he had had a rough weekend, but they knew that he wanted this as much as they did. Besides, he’d done it 524 times, so why can’t he do it again?
But it was not to be. I don’t know what happened to him, but something was not right with Trevor Hoffman that night. Maybe it was Michael Barrett, the catcher. Maybe Trevor had done something that messed him up. Or maybe it was simply the Rockies. They were unstoppable.
So Trevor promptly gave up two runs and a triple. Here’s the situation: Holliday at third with Jamey Carroll at the plate, with no outs (They had intentionally walked Todd Helton, but that run didn’t matter). We Padres fans are holding on for dear life, hoping that Trevor can somehow leave the game tied. Carroll hits a ball to the right fielder, Brian Giles, who throws it perfectly to the plate. Holliday is sliding in and Barrett is blocking the plate. The ball comes in, Barrett doesn’t get it, Holliday doesn’t touch the plate, and the umpire doesn’t make the call. Barrett scrambles for the ball to tag Holliday, but the ump signals safe.
That’s it. Padres season over. Padres fans devistated. One city torn apart, while the other is filled with rejoicing. A dream crushed for one team, but a dream realized for the other.
A group of men devistated. Particulary one, who stands in front of his locker surrounded by reporters, fighting back tears, taking all the blame onto himself. It wasn’t entirely Trevor’s fault. The whole team lost, the whole team failed. And yet, Trevor takes all the blame, everything. That’s so beautiful in the midst of this pain.
It hurt so bad. But you know, it’s over. The Rockies didn’t win it all. The Padres survived the offseason and the season. What’s over is over, what’s done is done. This game was one of the best played game in years. It was so amazing, so heartbreaking.
Looking back, we weren’t meant to win that game, to go to the postseason. It wasn’t meant to be, and so I am finally OK with it. I am finally over it.