OK, so the Giants ain’t going to the post season.  And let’s be in denial here, if Hunter Pence hadn’t been sidelined with an injury and were still playing today, The Giants would have won the World Series already and I’d be online shopping for #4! pencils and such.

With the Giants out of the big race and looking on the positive side of things, I see a near future with more dog walking, raking or paying someone else to rake, and grilling out.  October is good for a plethora of possible outcomes.

El Guape wants to know if you know what plethora means.

One of the great self-help memes is that when things go south, one should pretend to be grateful for something.  Relief will surely find you even it is not in your immediate bullpen.

But the truth is, I’m just happy there is baseball.  Giants win. Great.  Giants lose. Not great for 3 minutes, then life is normal again. Rinse, watch, repeat. Maybe it’s due to getting older, but I no longer carry around defeats like a brick-filled K-mart backpack. I set the backpack aside, find something liquid and a side of tzatziki, and watch another meaningless game.

So imagine the thrill of turning on a ‘meaningless game’ last night and seeing a rookie hit three homers, including a gram slam. And seeing Zito’s last hurrah. And seeing Hudson’s last Oakland visit as well. And having a great time without measuring it against some nearly impossible post-season standard.  Just enjoying the game for what it is.

All the games mean something, by the way.  For example, they mean there is a baseball game. That’s enough for me.