This has been the best and worst baseball post-season I've ever witnessed.
Thrilling games make for heartbreaking losses. The Giants' close losses were depressing. The Cubs' Game 6 and 7 losses were frustrating. The Red Sox's Game 7 loss made Rory cry, nerves totally shot.
I now find myself reluctantly prepared to cheer on the fuckin' Marlins in the World Series, the same team who gloriously disposed of my wire-to-wire Giants. Anyone but the Yankees.
On second thought, maybe Rory and I will just spend the next week revisiting the Red Sox/A's division series on TiVo. At least for both of us, it's one great post-season series with a happy ending.