I have waited years and years for this:
8 years ago, the Giants had a 5-run lead in game 6 of the World Series. Karen and I were having our rehearsal dinner for our wedding the next day. It was the 7th inning, and somehow, the game unraveled, and the Angels won, and they won the Series the next day while we were getting married.
So last night, with a 3-run lead in the seventh, one could only hope. But Lincecum buckled down, and Wilson set the Rangers down 1-2-3 in the ninth, and the Giants won.
What a good feeling.