I was trying to put into words what I’ve been feeling for the greater part of the last twenty-four hours, but I can’t. As cliché as it sounds, there aren’t any words to describe this feeling.
So as I wait to gather myself from this high, I simply just want to thank the boys. I want to thank the loveable cast of misfits that is our San Francisco Giants. After the curse of the game ball that was handed out to Russ Ortiz by Dusty Baker in 2002, I honestly felt that I wouldn’t live to see the day San Francisco wins its first World Series pennant.
Last night, the short-lived curse was put to rest. But for the fans who’ve been waiting decades for this moment, it was more than that. History was made. Life is good. Thank you boys.