Life goes on when the title defense is over. The sun comes up, the day begins, typing on a laptop on what will be another scorcher day in the Sierra foothills where as of June 1 we have a second home. The elimination loss to Arizona -- putting paid to already hugely long odds -- was a microcosm of the season, an almost odds-defying inability to bring home runners who managed to get into scoring position ("managed" the word of choice because even doing that was a challenge for the Giants for much of the season) and last night eleven or twelve hits in Arizona produced exactly one run and that a home run by the reviled -- by me -- Orlando Cabrera who, let us hope, will not be back next year. But since I pledged to myself that the wonder of 2010 earns the Giants a pass from me making disparaging remarks about them for three season, through 2013, this is just an acknowledgement that it is over. And attention now turns to the Yankees, the hope for three straight years of WS winners from the two teams I seriously root for. The title of this post merely acknowledges that if the rapture or sudden appearance of a life-ending meteorite does happen in the next months, the Giants will forever be World Champions.
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