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Finally, mercifully, this day is here. Yesterday Zumiee asked for any memories from the 2017/2018 season. I struck out as I’m sure all of you did, too. But 2019? Maybe it’s because it’s still so fresh (or raw depending on your attitude) but this season will leave (the stain?) of many memories. The Yaz bomb in Boston has to be at the top.

For me, the Pillar grand slam vs the Padres, even in a game they horribly ended up losing, was a huge memory. I was sitting in the SF airport waiting on a late plane and doing a slow burn at the *masses* of Flap Nation who loathed 1.0 and all of a sudden he…..hits a grand slam. The next day he had 4 more RBI’s and his march to the top of the leader board of nearly every SF offensive category had begun….

My favorite Bochy memory? Probably his greatest move as a manager was turning Timmy into a reliever in 2012. That was a watershed move at the time and the risk of disruption to the team was enormous. But Lincecum accepted the role and the rest is history. Bruce Bochy is the greatest and most decorated manager we’ve ever had. I love him and will salute him whenever I see his big head pop up on my tv screen. But it’s time for him to go. There’s nothing wrong with that, everything ends sooner or later.

Anyway, this season was rough. It sucks because baseball is so long and if you’re not going anywhere it just feels like a waste, another year away from the glory of 3 in 5 and another year closer to…..who knows what.

I need the winter to kick in so that I can get romantic about the game again. The months will tick off, Chi will post that poem about that dude staring out the window waiting for the snow to melt or the leaves to bloom or some shit and I’ll get excited about the season starting. But this morning, right now, I’m choking on the *dreck* and drowning in the misery.

End this season already.