Well, that was ugly. It was Candlestick ugly- a wind-blow, fog laden loss featuring a crowd growing increasingly surlier and drunker as the night lurched on. At one point, somebody tore apart a stuffed monkey with his teeth and threw parts of it into the crowd, all to ecstatic cheers.

It may have been a World Series game, but a blow-out is still a blow out. And yes, it is a bummer when you get random, incredibly lucky tickets to go to your first World Series game featuring the team you live and die with and it's a completely forgettable, demoralizing loss. You go expecting something that people will talk about for years to come, the magic that only sports can provide, and the only thing memorable about the game, other than Bonds' two run home-run, was the shirtless fat guy who was shown with the words "Rally Belly" written on his, well, belly (duh).

And you know, I probably should have seen it coming considering the Giants usually lose when I see them. In fact, I'm pulling an oh-fer this year, including the only loss to the Cards. If I really want the Giants to win, I'll stay far away from Pac Bell for the next two games.

Was it worth it?

Hell yeah.