The San Francisco Giants failed in their quest to Beat LA on Thursday night, losing 2-1 to the Los Angeles Dodgers in a game that was fascinating, bizarre, and as frustrating as any game in recent memory. It was the sort of game where, if it had transpired in May against the Minnesota Twins, you would have cackled at the outrageousness of it, and perhaps even looked back on it fondly a few weeks later. But in September against the Dodgers, it was the sort of game that caused you to cackle to distract others from the tears streaming down your eyes, and to distract yourself from growing your fingernails out just to evict your eyeballs from their sockets in the most painful fashion imaginable.
I’m worried I can’t do the game justice, which is probably a gift to anyone reading this. And becau