Hello there, Sabes. It’s been too long, hasn’t it? Time for a little talk.
We’ve had our ups and ours downs, you and I. Strangely enough, after you won the 2010 World Series was one of our downs. As I said at the time, despite the fact that we’d won it all, I didn’t agree with how you’d managed the team and with the (extremely notable) exceptions of the pitching staff and Buster Posey, I didn’t see the other key players as being a part of a recipe for long-term success.
Some people say that after a GM wins a World Series, he should get no-questions-asked benefit of the doubt for the entire offseason. Aside from the inherent impossibility of that, because we’re baseball fans for Pete’s sake, I don’t agree with it. I think a GM’s team can win the World Series and you can still disagree with how they went about it and whether or not the way they went about it was in the best interest of the team for the years to come.
But this offseason? I would like to personally extend a Get Out of Jail Free Card to you.
Sorry, you cannot sell this card, no matter what treasures Theo Epstein offers you in exchange for it. You must keep until needed.
Because you showed us fans up this season. Big time. And I mean that in the best way possible. I mean, we could just start with the 94 wins and leave the World Series as an afterthought, because there were precious few people who predicted that. The team was very, very good and I think the pieces of it, with just a couple of exceptions, probably, are pieces that are absolutely built for long-term success.
The exclusive negotiating period for teams with their free agents ends on Sunday (you know that, Sabes, I’m just reminding my dear and devoted readers) and so the offseason is kicking off in earnest. But Giants fans? They’re pretty quiet. We’re pretty quiet. We’re pretty quiet because In Brian Sabean We Trust. You didn’t make qualifying offers to any of our free agents and while within the fandom we’re discussing it, we’re also waiting to see what you decide to do with a good deal more patience than we usually display.
The offseason is long (and the days are long / and I’ll sing you a song / about how all our troubles are gone… song interlude, don’t mind me) and it has just begun. Happy offseason, Sabes – er, Sabean. Sorry. I try. I really do. That nickname is so… sorry, am I making it worse? I’ll just stop talking now.