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For twelve years, October had passed through San Francisco without stopping. Seasons came and went, contenders rose elsewhere, and the Giants remained on the outside, observers rather than participants. When postseason baseball finally returned to the Bay, it did so without ceremony—and for much of Tuesday afternoon, without mercy.
By the eighth inning, Washington appeared to be authoring a tidy opening chapter. The Nationals led 7–3, had quieted the crowd at Oracle Park, and seemed poised to remind the Giants that October does not grant favors simply for showing up after a long absence.
Then the game tilted.
What followed was not merely a rally, but a release. Seven runs in the bottom of the eighth—each one erasing a year of waiting—transformed anxiety into disbelief and disbelief into euphoria. Joey Fields began the unraveling with a bases-clearing triple, the ball splitting the outfield and the deficit shrinking to a single run. Moments later, Bill Valenzuela stepped in with the bases loaded, carrying the weight of the inning and, perhaps, the franchise’s recent history.
His swing resolved everything.
The grand slam, Valenzuela’s second home run of the game, turned a nervous afternoon into a defining memory. In the span of a few pitches, San Francisco had reclaimed October, surging past Washington and into a 10–7 victory in Game 1 of the National League Wild Card Series.
Valenzuela finished 3-for-5 with two home runs and six runs driven in, a performance that felt less like a statistical achievement and more like a declaration. The Giants, long absent from this stage, were no longer tentative participants. They were contenders again.
October, at last, had found its way back to San Francisco—and it arrived with a roar that could be heard all the way to the water beyond the outfield wall.