When Bruce Bochy takes off his hat and/or begins his final wave to the crowd at Oracle Park, I will cry. I have cried exactly four times in my life. Crying about baseball is probably a very dumb thing to do considering how much more important almost literally anything else in the world is, but it’s a rough look I’m prepared to have. That’s just the way it’s going to be.
Bruce Bochy did the impossible. He turned the Giants into champions. He leaves them as he found them, though — directionless, talentless, and tough to watch but with a 10% of being interesting in 1-2 years — but at least we will have the memories of all the good that happened as well as all the long, hard work involved to get them to that point.