Well, the World Series is over.

Sigh.

The Giants had their opportunities. Saturday’s game was in the bag. And then it wasn’t. And then they were behind. And then they lost. And then they lost again on Sunday. And just like that,
the Anaheim Angels were champions, and Barry Bonds was scowling.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve seen Anaheim play against the Athletics several times this year, and I
knew that they were capable. Early on I predicted that whichever team came out of the AL West would be the champions, because I felt that no NL team looked as good. I never envisioned the
Giants would make it out of the first round (as much as I hate Atlanta), sot hey weren’t even on
the radar.

Still, after watching several great games against Atlanta, and attending the terrific game 5 against the Cardinals, I started to believe. And that seemed to make the ultimate fall all the greater.

It is perhaps the flaw of competative sports that for someone to win, somebody else must lose. In
this case the Angels simply outplayed the Giants. The better team (at least on those seven games)
did come out victorious. So after an evening of moping, I hope that I have gained a little perspective.
After all, these guys play a kid’s game for a living. So Barry Bonds doesn’t get a ring. He gets
to play a kid’s game for a living. A very good living. We have no reason to feel sorry for him, or
for anyone lucky enough to entertain us for a living.

Besides, there is always next year.