Hey Giants Nation.
Feelin’ down about B-Dubs?
Yeah. Must sting.
I know that feeling. I remember, back through the mists of time, when a douchecanoe from Los Angeles leveraged all those good feelings from a World Series win into an endorsement for a corrupt machine politician, who would then go on to pimp our fair city to the highest bidder.
It was especially precious because the aforementioned attention whore didn’t actually care one way or the other. He just couldn’t resist the fucking camera.
I’m not saying I’m more bitter; I’m just saying I’ve been bitter longer.