This time of year in baseball is precious. Part of me hates it and misses those carefree spring games, but there’s also no feeling quite like watching clinching games, whether or not you like the teams. It’s magical. And it reminds me of the Giants last year. And then I get sad all over again.
I’m actually really happy with how all the divisions have turned out. In the AL, I like the Yankees, Tigers, and Rangers, and will be pretty happy with any outcome there, as long as whoever gets the Wildcard (Boston, Tampa Bay or Anaheim) gets eliminated in the first round. Hey, I still think the Wildcard should be wild. We need to get that on Bud Selig’s desk, don’t we?
In the National League, I can’t stand the Phillies or Diamondbacks but am super stoked for Milwaukee. We shall, of course, have to see about that Wildcard.
Anyhow. 3-1 against the Diamondbacks feels like the story of this year. It’s just a bit heartbreaking to watch, really, because the Giants do feel maddeningly close to being good, really good, but just not quite there. It may be desperately preemptive, not to mention morbid, of me to say RIP 2011 Giants, but didn’t that feel an awful lot like The End, last night? Or was it just me?
I was seriously up at 1:54 this morning, unable to sleep, drawing skulls. So it may just be me. Hopefully.
p.s. Moneyball-day-after-thoughts? Billy Beane did so go to college. You lied, movie. You totally lied.