NL West

NL West

This guest post from Margaret Mills

When I watch Major League Baseball and the pennant chase, there's one team that stands out above the rest. However, they are not a team in the traditional sense of the world. The San Francisco Giants are truly a collection of castoffs and misfits. They are comprised of free agent pick ups, waiver wire trash, and guys that nobody wanted and nobody believed in. Yet despite their exiled status, each of these players were able to establish a new home in the city by the bay, found a way to ensconce themselves in a sanctuary where all are welcome.

Somehow they have been able to coalesce all these parts into a cohesive unit, one that is not unlike a bunch of smaller transformers combining to form a giant, bestial robot. This feral machine has taken it upon itself to devour and chew up the rest of the National League West, spitting out their remains and tattered jerseys like a puppy with a new toy. The machine monster known as the San Francisco Giants then ate the last remnants of Bobby Cox's beef jerky of a career, and now have their eyes set on the last remaining teams in the league. I have watched this mechanical mayhem all from the comfort of my recliner and with the MLB Extra Innings package offered bydirect.tv.