Well, it's been a while. Which may not be a bad thing, as it's given time for a full circle of fondness, allowing me the opportunity to once more look happily on a time that nearly cost me my job, my relationship and my liver. But good goddamn...we won the World Series. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Game 1
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San Francisco---Lincecum vs. Lee---SF 11, Texas 7
If you look closely, the story's all there.
Ready.
Go.
Game 2
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San Francisco---Cain vs. Wilson---SF 9, Texas 0 (as in zero, zip, not a single run)
Game 3
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Arlington---Sanchez vs. Feliz---SF 2, Texas 4 (love hurts)
Game 4
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Halloween---Arlington---Bumgarner vs. Hunter---SF 4, Texas 0 (as in, again)
Hometeam mascot, Buster Cozy.
Game 5
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Arlington---Lincecum vs. Lee---SF 3, Texas 1
There was no stopping of believeing, jukebox or otherwise.
Victory Parade
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San Francisco (home again)
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Seasonal Affective Disorder? When it gets to you, there's no getting rid of it. And why would you want to? Believing in something is a beautiful feeling; it's what brings us together, makes us stand up for ourselves, makes us tear our hair out, rage at inanimate objects, hug strangers, fall in love. How different would things have been without that week, and all the weeks leading up to it? It's a field of dreams, my friends.