Baseball is weird. Really, really weird.
Not like, up is down, left is right, black is white weird. Like, wake up at two in the morning and there’s a unicorn in your bed smoking Marlboro Lights and watching M*A*S*H weird.
Except when it’s not.
Friday night, it was not.
Two rivals met in Chavez Ravine. Fighting out of the blue corner, the Los Angeles Dodgers, a team that, entering the season was supposed to be very, very good at baseball. Fighting out of the orange corner, the San Francisco Giants, a team that was built to be mediocrity personified, a flawless blend of the feck and the feckless.