The Giants are World Champions. Champions.
It still hasn't sunk in yet. It doesn't feel believable.
Maybe it's because I'm not in the Bay Area and am not surrounded by thousands of people wearing Orange and Black.
Maybe it's because I barely was able to see the end of Game 5.
I was working a story that took me to a Hotel's Conference Room in Shady Cove (about 20 minutes from Medford). The meeting finished, and I grabbed the interview I needed to grab. As I headed back to the car, I saw a TV through the lobby windows. There was baseball playing on the screen.
I walked into the lobby and checked in with the game. It was bottom of the ninth, two outs. The receptionist joined me in the lobby and we watched Brian Wilson strike out Nelson Cruz. Even though I was working, I got to see the last out. We cheered together for a few minutes and watched the team spill out onto the field. They jumped and screamed and hugged, and we cheered.
I didn't get to watch almost the entire game, but I did get to see the most important out.
And that made it all worth it.