We know. We know it wasn't the most exciting World Series for everyone to watch. It was sloppy, it was short, it was interrupted by a rainout, it had no Pujols-off-Lidge or Roberts-stealing-second moments. If you were anything other than a fan of the St. Louis Cardinals, it was anything but a memorable World Series. In fact, you might take this World Series as a frustration, as an example of why baseball's postseason structure is inherently flawed, allowing an 83-win team — a record that is, we must say, slightly deceiving — to go on an October run that somehow dissolved the value of an entire 162-game season. You could think all these things, and maybe you'd be right, and maybe you'd be wrong. The beauty of baseball — and, really, the beauty of being a sports fan — is that it's entirely irrational and the more you try to explain it, the more logic falls apart. There is no logic. Sometimes, the impossible just happens, and explaining it is like trying to put the toothpaste back in the tube.
Which is why we think it's best, instead, just to pour tequila over your head and go crazy, folks.