I've got to say—I was rooting for the Texas Rangers, but I'm glad to see the San Francisco Giants win it while Edgar Renteria goes from 1997 World Series hero and 2004 World Series At-Least-Somebody-Hit to inexplicable World Series MVP and god-king.
↵His record in three World Series—now with three separate, surprising World Series squads—stands at 16 games played with a .333 batting average, and a .508 slugging percentage, with 11 runs scored and 10 RBI. Those are remarkable numbers for a player who won't be going to the Hall of Fame; who has been part of no dynasty; and who hasn't ever played for the New York Yankees. He's just a good player who's happened to have gotten the chance to appear in three World Series, and he's excelled in all three of them.
↵(Unfortunately for us, his .945 OPS in four World Series games with the St. Louis Cardinals wasn't enough—of course, his .765 slugging percentage in this year's World Series probably wouldn't have helped those Cardinals, either.)
↵It was a brief World Series—it's almost like the leagues have decided, mutually, that seven games is boring—but there was some excitement in it; Cliff Lee's invincibility fading at the wrong moment, Tim Lincecum getting his back tonight. Brian Wilson's exquisite brand of reliever-wackiness announcing itself nationally. And now Edgar Renteria, who looked done last year, showing up in one more World Series and turning it into his finest hour.
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