Our long national nightmare is over.
The worst playoffs (game 6 of world series not withstanding) is finally over, and we can get back to talking about the Giants.

We won't have to watch Ron Washington mismanage his pitching for a whole year.
We won't have to watch the Dbags almost sell out a playoff game for hopefully many years.
We won't have to watch a playoffs without the Giants in hopefully forever.

My friend texted me today and said: "the Rangers should have gotten a pinch manager."

Amen.  He should have just started Mike Adams.  When Mike Adams gave up a run tonight, I asked my dad, "why couldn't he have given up a run last year?"  I don't remember that ever happening.

As far as I'm concerned, this season really didn't happen.  It was a weird hiccup that has some cosmic point to it that we as Giants fans have yet to figure it out.  Maybe some day we will.  Maybe if Buster Posey hadn't broken his lower body, he would have died in a freak accident while trying to save a bus full of nuns during the August road trip.  Whereas Chris Stewart walked by the bus without noticing it was on fire.  I don't know.  I'm just going with it.

The offseason begins now.

Step 1: Resign Cain.
Step 2: Resign Timmy.

More to come.