Well, the dog days of August are dwindling down to a precious few, and the San Francisco Giants continue to lose, slipping precipitously from their first place perch where they have spent most of the baseball season. Their hitting has been modest at best and their pitching has been woefully inconsistent. Yet Fran Threewit continues to believe unflaggingly, and so do tens of thousands of fans. Why is that? I went to a game last week in which the Giants surged ahead early and then gave up their lead convincingly in one disastrous inning in which Matt Cain hit the first batter, walked the next four, and then gave up a home run. Yet hardly anyone left the packed ballpark. Why is that?
They had faith. Where would the Giants be without it? Where would be without it? Where could we be with it? This is the fall season of our lives for many of us. Are we ready for the September chase to the play-offs?