Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye, Bye Baby

I didn’t even pop my beer before Andres Torres hit a bomb over the left-field fence.

I didn’t even get a chance to cuss out @GiantsGM on Twitter before Aubrey Huff launched a home run.

And I didn’t even get a chance to Google “Narveson” before Buster Posey flipped his wrist and collected two RBI.

In case you were wondering this is what you get if you do Google it:

I was overwhelmed, I didn’t know how to react so I changed the channel to ESPN and watched Lebron James for about 10 minutes to calm down. I changed it back and the score was still 4-0.

This is the Giants team I signed up for. This is the Posey that should NEVER have been pulled, ever. This isn’t magic inside, this is the best offensive onslaught this entire year inside.

Even the fading star Edgar Renteria channeled Game 7 of the World Series to prove me wrong.

Timmy protected the four-run advantage like it was the last hit out of a bong. (I know, the weed jokes, but I’m on vacation give me a break). But then they had a seven-run inning.

Then Timmy dominated.

Then a four-run inning.. Then Timmy dominated..

But the highlight of the night goes to my best friend Buster Posey. Er, highlights.

Three runs scored, six RBI, a grand slam, a home run and the first Giant to have six runs batted in in a game since Barry Bonds. Congrats kid, I am now going to buy your jersey.

I also want to clear the air, I am by no means a Giants hater. I am probably a bigger Giants fan than the majority of this blog-o-sphere. I hate the front office. FRONT OFFICE does not equal Giants. Now that that’s cleared up I’m going to go kick back and drink some 40′s with my boy BP.