We did it. Again. Not only did we win the pennant and make it to the Series, we won it all in a sweep over the Tigers. Pretty damn good if you ask me. (And if you needed to ask me, you'd have found me glued to the same spot , drinking the same damn thing, every single game. That's superstition for you.)
And then we got a little crazy.
And then the sky rained black and orange and Halloween came just in time.
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What, me worry? Never the overconfident here, but something this year felt different. Perhaps it was simply the unbelievability of our making it again so soon. Whereas 2010 had so much at stake, 2012 was just that added amazement that makes life so unpredictably fantastic. It kind of felt like just getting to the Series again was an incredible accomplishment and we'd be happy whatever the outcome, so much so that there was a sense of relaxed glee watching what came next and even the post-win chaos didn't have quite the same aggression as the first time around. Of course I'm neglecting all the games of silent nail-biting and tears leading up to all that, so maybe I'm just full of sentiment. Either way, we burned it down, cleaned it up and played a damn fine game.