You might say the 2010 season is over. You might say the trophy has already come to and left South San Francisco. But we can't get enough of the Giants around here.
Cultural Arts Commissioner Elizabeth Nisperos has kindly submitted the narrative and prose poem she wrote about the San Francisco Giants' winning season. She credits sportscaster Tim McCarver with originally suggesting that she write a poem about baseball. This poem was originally intended to be a motivational message for the team with odds stacked against them, but ended up being the story of an unlikely victory.
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"October is in Love with the Impossible," by Elizabeth S. Nisperos
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Unbelievers - The pundits, pollsters, oddsmakers, sportswriters spelled doom for the San Francisco Giants 2010
Description: Didn’t look like a World Series team, unidentifiable players, no superstars in the lineup, no big salaried players with egos, a bunch of mistfits, castoffs, rookies and aging veterans.
Overlooked, underestimated,underrated;
Simply, underdogs, the no-name SF Giants
These so-called experts rely on statistics.
Somewhere, the baseball gods decreed, "In 2010-- October is in love with the impossible.
It's about time the SF Giants really are GIANTS --after 56 years. Of waiting."
Let AT&T Park be a field of pumpkins and orange crushes. Let it be an Orange Park (like in South San Francisco)
When October is in Love with the Impossible:
dwarves find a pot-of-gold,
four-leaf clovers abound,
fairies bristle their wands,
you can wish for anything.
witches turn toads into princes,
chefs cook unusual recipes.
October is In Love with the Impossible when
bats and balls tangle with moonlight.
a special zone is set-up:
The players’
(legs pirouette into ballet dancers,
bodies tango into diamonds,
hands become calligraphers with precision,
hearts are monks with a mission,
heartbeats are Chinese New Year drums,
feet fly with Mercury wings,
mouths speak Orpheus’ lyrics,
fingers pull out magic tricks,
ears listen to symphonies,
eyes sharp as quarks);
pitches are bluebirds chirping Mozart.
a cell sizzles spectacular and molecular;
a swing is particular about particulars.
shirts and jerseys appear as Emperor clothes
caps change into jeweled crowns .
non-believers start believing.
players start believing in themselves.
home runs show up when they’re called for;
the strike zone are on, zeroing the Rangers and Phillies.
a ball lands on the middle of the fence deciding whether to go in or out.
October is In Love with the Impossible --
93 billion years away stars revolve in the now moment;
because: there’s an eye in Francisco, an eye in Series, an eye in Champions.
there are only two eyes in Impossible
/*Three eyes see the impossible*/
October is In love with the Impossible
When the SF Giants show diversity:
A mixture of colors and accents are on the field.
Masterpieces couldn't be only in white canvases,
Even the MVP speaks with an accent.
Bochy’s misfits (the freak, the machine, the beard, panda bear, the thong, etc) morph into a team with a dream.
Somehow
doors open, windows flung-wide , chimneys unclog ,
walls dissolve,
neither the Rangers nor the Phillies nor the Padres see it coming.
astronomical energy, iconoclastic forces defying impossibility and improbability – leading to a possibility.
Orange crushes flow with a crash and a bang.
World Series Champs, SF Giants here they come.
heartpain, heartache, hearttorture no more:
