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TBT in Pictures – Fall Classic Edition

During our 2010 postseason run, I drank. A lot. The closer we got to the ‘ship, the more I drank. Me and my co-worker Dre who is a fellow Giants fanatic, would come into work in the mornings with matching dehydrated, haggard faces. And we would complain about how tiring the season was, and how the team needed to hurry up and win so that we could get some sleep and give our livers a rest. Despite the torture, we both did it again and again until we came in the morning after the last game (probably) still drunk. We were relieved to not only have won the World Series, but to be getting a full nights rest SOBER. 

This lasted no more than five days before we got postseason withdrawals, and didn’t know what to do with ourselves. The very same things we complained about, we missed. This years road to the ‘ship was no different. It’s like those last few months leading up to your high school graduation. Prom, senior cut day, senior banquet, and graduation etc. create an anticipation unlike no other, and when it’s all over you experience a feeling of not having anything left to look forward to. 

Thank God for 2016 😉 #gallery-19052-1 { margin: auto; } #gallery-19052-1 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 25%; } #gallery-19052-1 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-19052-1 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

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