The Red Sox had four hits and two home runs. The Giants had five hits and no home runs. You can figure out the rest.
The best way to read this is to first let out a deep, guttural sigh, the kind reserved for a teenager who refills your scotch bottle with Snapple and puts it back in the liquor cabinet because he thinks you’re stupid. Then you say, with no small measure of exasperation, something like, "Really, Giants? This is how you’re going to do it? This is how it’s going to be?"
Then there’s another deep, guttural sigh.