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San Francisco Giants: 1934 National League Champions (3rd pennant)
1916 1917 1934

COLIN COWHERD
Here’s the thing — and I’ve said this forever — great teams don’t flinch when the game gets weird. This game got real weird. Seventeen to sixteen. Pitchers melting. Scoreboards overheating. And the Giants? They didn’t blink.
You know what I saw? I saw a team that knew exactly who it was. They didn’t care about Atlanta’s crowd, their pedigree, or the idea that this was supposed to be the Braves’ year. San Francisco walked into Atlanta and said, “We’re not here to negotiate.” Four games. Sweep. Done.
And Edgar Perdomo? That’s a legacy series. This is what superstars do — they don’t just play well, they bend the series around themselves. Six homers in four games. Twelve RBI. Six runs in a single playoff game. That’s not hot — that’s historic. This wasn’t a win. This was a statement about identity.

MIKE FRANCESA
Let me tell you somethin’, okay — because people are gonna miss the big picture here. The Giants didn’t just win a series. They took it away from Atlanta. There’s a difference.
This game was a mess. Sloppy, chaotic, nobody could get an out. But in those games, you find out who’s built for October. And Atlanta? Their pitching absolutely collapsed. They had no answer. None. Sandoval couldn’t get through the second inning. Cicero couldn’t stop the bleeding. And by the time you looked up, it was already gone.
San Francisco hit everywhere in the lineup. Not just Perdomo — Adams, Valenzuela, Vazquez — up and down. That’s how you sweep a series. And now? For the first time in 17 years, they’re going to the World Series. Third pennant in franchise history. You don’t fluke your way into that.

BOB COSTAS
For all the chaos of the numbers — 33 total runs, 46 hits, a game that stretched past four hours — there was a clarity beneath it. The San Francisco Giants were the better team, and over four games, they made that unmistakable.
This final act was operatic. Edgar Perdomo authored one of the great postseason performances in franchise history — three home runs, six runs scored, and an MVP-worthy exclamation point on a dominant sweep. Records fell almost as quickly as Atlanta’s pitching options.
Seventeen years of waiting ended not with a whisper, but with a roar. The Giants did not merely survive October — they mastered it. And now, with their third pennant secured, they wait to see who will meet them on baseball’s grandest stage.

CHRIS RUSSO
Bro! BRO! What are we doing here?! Seventeen runs to sixteen?! I mean, are you kidding me?! This is an LCS clincher, not a pinball machine!
But that’s the point! The Giants won a game where nobody could pitch! You know how hard that is?! Atlanta scored sixteen runs — SIXTEEN — and still lost! That tells you everything!
Perdomo was unconscious! Adams? Huge! Valenzuela? Huge! They just kept coming! Atlanta’s scoring, the Giants score right back! Over and over! That’s a team that’s locked in, man!
And now it’s a sweep! A SWEEP! In ATLANTA! For the first time in 17 years, the Giants are going to the World Series — third pennant ever — and you can’t say a word about flukes or luck or matchups. They steamrolled the league!

THE BOTTOM LINE
Seventeen years later.
Four games.
One unforgettable night.
The Giants didn’t sneak into the World Series — they kicked the door down. And now they wait, rested and confident, watching Anaheim and Boston beat each other up, knowing that the longest wait in franchise history is finally over.
October has its pennant winner.
San Francisco is back where it belongs.