The year is 1989. I'm a member of the San Diego Padres and the race for the NL west crown is between us and the San Francisco Giants. There's not much more than a week left in the season and we still have a "huge" series shaping up with the Giants, which looks like it will decide the West. But before that series is to take place we have to take care of business versus none other than the Cincinnati Reds. Long story made short, the Reds basically put us out of contention and the Giants go on to the World Series.
Fast forward 21 years and sure enough here we are again with the Padres facing off with the Reds in advance of what's shaping up to be a showdown for the NL West crown on the final weekend in San Francisco versus those same Giants. This time the around the Giants are riding a pitching staff on a historic run of stinginess that's never been seen before in the live ball era. Also, this time around there's the Wildcard playoff birth that's been added to the equation leaving what looks like three teams eligible for two spots in the coveted playoffs: The Giants, the Padres, and the Braves (although its hard to count out the Rockies, it looks like Arizona just finished putting the final nails in their coffin). And that painful 1989 flashback doesn't seem to bode well for the Pad's.
That said, each of these teams is in effect playing playoff games every day. The emotional roller coaster that each of these teams are riding will serve whomever makes it through to the playoffs very well in October and whichever team doesn't make it will be the team that handled the pressure cooker the worst. So as Terrell Owens once said, "get your popcorn ready" because this last week is shaping up to deliver more drama than those Atlanta Housewives.
What a season it's been, especially for Jose Bautista who just eclipsed the 50 home run mark which is an amazing feat. That's an awesome number of homers and deserves all the recognition it's received. It's unfortunate and understandable that there are whispers surrounding this event due to the dreaded steroid era. But I must say it again, hiring a guy like Victor Conte would go a long way toward legitimizing such great feats as Mr. Bautista's.
There's the microwave going off, popcorns ready.