It took 10 innings in last night’s final game, but the San Francisco Giants swept the Detroit Tigers in the World Series. So that’s it for baseball for another year.

I didn’t watch a single bit of the series this year. In fact, I’ve barely seen an inning since the Reds were eliminated what feels like a couple months ago. I’d like to say it was some righteous protest or something, but really, I just got busy and didn’t really care.

Supposedly, we ought to be happy the Giants won, since that helps to justify the Reds’ first-round exit, but we all know the Giants weren’t any kind of unstoppable force. They had less to do with the Reds’ losing than a dozen papercuts plus one decapitating blow that was losing Johnny Cueto. The energy the team showed briefly after that was apparently just a headless chicken running around.

But now is not the time for that. Now is the time to celebrate the successes and give some awards. Plus, wonder what the heck the team will do with 2 more years with Dusty “Medically Questionable” Baker while Bryan “Pitcher Whisperer” Price is interviewing to lead the Marlins.