Move over, Bobby Thomson. It’s really Fernando Tatis, Jr. who hit The Shot Heard ‘Round the World.

Move over, Bobby Thomson. It’s really Fernando Tatis, Jr. who hit The Shot Heard ‘Round the World.
For five months now, we sports fans have dealt with life in the pandemic. What we’re dealing with includes cardboard cutouts, Gabe Kapler in a mask, and now an autumn without the Cal marching band in Strawberry Canyon. That’s pretty weird stuff.
He’s not here for your logic or well-reasoned explanations.
And all of us getting to know Kapler, a man hired nearly ten months ago, a man yet to manage a game for the beloved Gigantes, and a dude already morphing through different iterations as a fan base watches.
You would think he would know about the danger of shark-infested waters.
And now for something completely different: optimism?
I have two words about these Puig-to-the-Giants rumblings.
The designated hitter in the National League. Pass the vomit bag.
Or, as I like to call them: Three Fountains of Hope. Or, the Trilogy of Belief. Or, the Trinity of Optimism.
And now we are all grappling with ghosts of America’s Original Sin: slavery, and the systemic racism that has taken root in our culture ever since.