1. Oct. 26, 2002, World Series Game 6: Angels 6, Giants 5. Everyone I know knows what happened here. I was seven years old and infatuated with baseball and convinced that my team was going to win. The Giants were up 5-0 with eight outs to go and then Felix Rodriguez got the ball and everything fell apart. That was Robb Nen's last game of his career, because he gave his arm to the team down the stretch and the team came up empty and he was never healthy again. Of course the Giants lost again the next day, but nobody remembers that. Barry Bonds, the best hitter of all time, never got to win a World Series. I don't think a sporting event can ever again mean as much to me as that one did, now that I'm older and I've seen some sports success in my life.
Nah, this is the greatest game in MLB history. It's hard for me to feel bad at all for SF considering their three subsequent WS wins and the fact that Bonds was on that team; he never deserved a ring. It was pretty much the Angels slaying the devil.
The three subsequent wins shouldn't be a factor, considering that this loss marked 48 years without a title for us and the sheer length of the drought is something that hung over the Giants' heads until 2010. It sucked pretty badly at the time.
With that said, I think little of that entire era in retrospect. If anything good came out of the 2002 WS loss, it is that Willie Mays is still the uncontested all-time hero of the Giants. He was a real sportsman and I am quite livid that A-Roid has passed Mays on the Career HR leaderboard.
