Here is the opening to my column from Game 2 of the Giants division series:
SAN FRANCISCO — Close the curtains to block out the harsh sun. Hang black sheets from the walls and buy the funeral meats for the guests who’ll view the corpse. And choose the right music. Yes, choose a dirge. The Giants are dead.
Oh, they are not dead yet, even though the Reds beat them 9-0, taking the first two games of the Division Series, even though their postgame clubhouse was a morgue, the only sound someone silently cleaning cleats over a garbage can. Let’s allow things to take their natural and inevitable course. The Giants are not quite dead. They are about to be dead.
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