Give 'em Some Stankeye!

In the 1997 NLDS, Edgar Renteria lined a fastball off of Giants reliever Roberto Hernandez to give the Marlins their first ever playoff victory. It was a hit that led to the playoff downfall of the magical Giants team and it prolonged the franchise's postseason agony. Thirteen years later, that same shortstop, now a grizzled veteran, would launch a three-run home run to vault the Giants to their first World Championship in franchise history. I think it's safe to say that all is forgiven, Edgar.

In the coming days and weeks there will be "analysis" about how the Giants won this series and how they got it done all year. Not tonight. I'm going to bask in this, and since I have to work tomorrow and can't get rip-roaring, falling-down wasted in celebration, I'm going to do the next best thing: Switch it to MLB Network and watch highlights and post-game interviews until I lose the capacity for coherent thought.

I went jogging after the game ended tonight and I felt like running my entire route with my fist raised in the air in triumph. I would have looked like a doofus and a jerk, but I wouldn't have cared. It's a weird feeling, being so proud of an achievement that you had absolutely nothing to do with and made no contribution to whatsoever, excepting rabid moral support. Yet it feels so damn good to be a Giants fan right now. What a team and what a season. This smile on my face isn't going to wear off any time soon. Go Giants, baby. Go Giants, indeed.

For Giants fans everywhere, say it loud! World Champions!