I've learned not to trust hope in this desert, but these young Snakes are hungry enough to steal one in the Bay tonight.

Diamondbacks can't score in the first and it's already looking like another desert mirage, same as the last twenty years of mediocrity.

The Giants are in San Francisco where we've owned them lately, and with the way our kids are swinging it tonight, I'm feeling that same October electricity I haven't felt since 2001.

After 23 years of desert heartbreak, we're not blowing a 1-0 lead in San Francisco on a night like this.

Look, we've been waiting 23 years for lightning to strike twice, so I'm not holding my breath, but the baseball gods owe us one after that gut punch in 2001.

Oracle Park's fog rolls in thicker than our championship drought, but hey, at least the D-backs have to navigate it too.

I've seen enough 0-0 games in the first inning over the last decade to know this ends with us leaving Oracle Park muttering about "next year".

I've seen this script before—down one in the third at Oracle with a competent but not transcendent roster, and honestly the smart money is always on "find out in the ninth".

Look, I've seen enough magical baseball in this park to know we're about to scratch out two runs in the sixth and win 2-1 because that's what we do when we're desperate enough.

Oracle Park's got the Diamondbacks looking as lost as a tourist trying to find parking in the Mission, so we're walking out of here with this one.