Hunter Pence

“It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today, October 2, a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone.” – A. Bartlett Giamatti

I am a terrible blogger. After multiple tries to remember my blog password, I logged in and saw that the last time I posted here was just about a year ago, on the very last day of the baseball season, to get sappy and nostalgic about Matt Cain. Now I’m back after another disappointing Giants season. They didn’t lose as many games this year (small victory!), but the injures, oh, the injuries. At times it felt like all of those times when I’d play Oregon Trail. Happily heading along the trail when suddenly … Buster Posey has died of dysentery! Brandon Belt has died of a snakebite! The entire team floated away after you tried to ford the river! I probably landed on the DL a few times just watching the team this year.

But I didn’t attempt to remember my blog password to write about that. No, today I’m here to get sappy and nostalgic about Hunter Pence, one of my most favorite baseball players. He was one of my favorite baseball players to watch even before he came to the Giants. So gangly. So awkward. So incredibly entertaining. I’ll never forget the excitement when the news broke that the Giants had traded for him. (Shout out to Dennis O’Donnell!) That was a fun day on Twitter. Tracking Pence’s flight. His big arrival at the ballpark. And then we got to enjoy watching him play baseball every single day.

It was the best.

Oh, and the two championships that happened while he was a Giant were pretty great, too.

More pictures, because suddenly I’m feeling rather sappy and it might be getting a bit dusty in here.

(That autumn late afternoon sunlight though.)

Thank you, Hunter Pence. For everything.

(All hail our alien overlord!)

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