Here we are, friends. It’s an even year, and the even-year jokes are dead. Were they jokes? I’m not even sure anymore. Part of me wasn’t serious, but another part of me kept giggling about Conor Gillaspie.
In one sense, it would have been much easier for the Giants to roll over and get swept on Monday night. Baseball would have made a lot more sense if Aroldis Chapman came in and mowed them down for six outs. There wouldn’t have been this same sense of disgust, shock, and pain. We would have been numb. It would have faded quickly.