Maybe you tried to pretend the notion didn't scare the hell out of you. Maybe your glass wasn't just half-full, it was overflowing.
Deep down, though, you kind of knew this was going to happen. Jake Peavy was a regular-season godsend for the Giants. Playoff Peavy was, well … Creepy Rob Lowe.
The feel-good story that would've been Peavy as redemptive World Series hero disintegrated quickly Tuesday night in Kansas City. Game 6 at Kauffman Stadium was over before the Giants batted in the top of the third inning.
Peavy's night, a messy illustration of Murphy's Law on the diamond, was over well before that. And the bitter disappointment of such a resounding failure on the biggest possible stage will surely stick with the hugely respected salty veteran for the rest of his life.
Unless, of course, the Giants' other hugely respected veteran makes good on what wouldn't just be a feel-good story, but a story that's been 16 long years in the making. It wouldn't feel good. It would feel right. This kind of run deserves an insanely emotional finale, and it's right there for the taking.
Tim Hudson. Game 7. Wow.
Can you imagine? As many ridiculously compelling story lines as the Giants can throw at you from every corner of their clubhouse, none captures the fancy or pulls on the heartstrings quite like Hudson's.
As you've surely heard 1,000 times by now, Hudson never made it past the first round of the playoffs in his first 15 years in the big leagues, despite playing for some of the better teams of his era, first with the A's and then with Atlanta.
To a man, the Giants make sure you knew all of this every step of the way this postseason. With each Champagne celebration came a steady stream of odes to Hudson, who made it clear that he signed with San Francisco in the offseason for just this opportunity. It didn't take long for him to establish himself as one of the most beloved figures on the team, either, winning folks over off the field with his class, humility and humor while commanding admiration on the field with an All-Sar first half.
He wasn't nearly as effective in the second half of the season, his performance mirroring that of the mercurial club, and he's been solid at best — far from great, like every other Giants starter not named Madison Bumgarner — in October.
But make no mistake: If betting on baseball were allowed among the players, there isn't a single man wearing orange and black who wouldn't lay down a paycheck or two that says Hudson will throw the game of his life tonight.
He'll probably have to if the Giants are going to prevent the Royals from writing the final chapter of their Cinderella story. Tuesday's beatdown was so emphatic even those whose glasses were overflowing before the game were looking at bone-dry tumblers by the time it ended.
Hell, Game 6 felt like two losses by the time it was over. Like Game 6, circa 2002, and we all know how that turned out.
But we also know how much this October means to Hudson. And we know how much Hudson means to his teammates. And how much they believe in him. And how much she believes in himself.
Do YOU believe in Hudson, Giants fans? How about Hudson to Tim Lincecum to Bumgarner to Sergio Romo to Santiago Casilla?
You better believe because that's all you've got. Cinderella looks ready to dance, and Creepy Rob Lowe says her hair smells fantastic.
Mychael Urban, a longtime Bay Area-based sportswriter and broadcaster, is the host of “Inside the Bigs,” which airs every Saturday from 9 a.m. to noon on KGMZ “The Game” (95.7 FM).