To my fellow Padre fans who have apparently lost their minds...

I go to SDSU and every day I hear people talk about how “dank” it is that “at least a Cali team gots a shot.” I just want to punch them and say “No, broseph. It’s not wicked sauce or whatever it is you tools say. This is San Diego. 619 this! BOOM BOOM POW!”

The bitter taste is still so strong that I have yet to watch an entire post season game!! To be forced to watch the Giants for ANOTHER round? OUCH.

Yeah, I get it that logically we are supposed to root for the NL West team – but knowing full well that our team should be there instead? Oh hell no.

I heard a guy on Darren Smith’s show yesterday from local ESPN radio in Texas going on and on about what a fun group of guys the Rangers are – how they are all about just playing the game & having fun. How they are all, in many ways, recovering from some sort of deep adversity & seem to love & appreciate the game more.

I love that – and it reminds me of why we loved this Padres team so much.

GO RANGERS!!

I gave watched or listened to every playoff game as a baseball fan and have rooted for any team playing against SF.

Really pulling for the Giants. They are a fun team to watch and I would like to see a team that has never won it, win it.

When Hell freezes over.

Go Rangers.

I’m sick of the Giants. I hate their entire lineup: Huff, Uribe, Sandoval, Guillen, Cain, Sanchez, Wilson, etc….I just threw up a little. I’m sick of their blowhard fans. I’m suddenly inundated by dozens of people who I never knew were Giants fans, let alone even followed baseball, but are suddenly die-hard Giants fans. Plus, they are in your face about it. Two weeks ago, the only Brian Wilson they knew of was a damn Beach Boy.

Go Rangers, all the way!

Rangers in 5!

absolutely IS reason enough to hate him. But I happened to read that he would like one day to become a crossword puzzle clue (okay, that’s probably douchey). And when he makes it into the NYT Sunday Crossword, he will cut it out, fill in his name only and frame it.

I am a crossword puzzle nerd, and I was stirred by this. And then I felt AMAZINGLY DIRTY for ever thinking a kind thought in his direction. Soiled.

Fuck the Giants!

imagine a boot stomping on a giant’s face…forever

Please continue to preach the message my friend. Eff them and their freakish beard wearing, fat ass panda loving, roid taking, fair weather fan, arrogant asses.

I’ve disowned the other baseball fans in my family because they’re all on the “I want the Giants to win for Bochy and to represent the NL West well” bandwagon. My dad even has the gall to suggest we should be rooting for the team that beat us. W T F ? These people know nothing of the hatred baseball inspires, they’re all too casual to care that much.

Go Giants! Go Cain!

Should sway anyone not from the Bay area to root for Texas. I just don’t get it.

http://www.nbcdfw.com/news/sports/_They_re_Smoking_Weed__Dallas-Fort_Worth-105903773.html

I rec’d the hell out of this post.

Hell, even ESPN is riding SF’s d*ck now as if they cared about baseball on the West Coast all along.

Thank you for saying this! I knew I wasn’t crazy for not rooting for the national league. I know a few people who think that rooting for NL to win isn’t the same as rooting for the Giants. I’m not sure how that makes sense… does not compute.

But I am NOT a NL fan. I am a PADRES fan. Get it right bitches!

and I was amazed at the number of crisp new Giants hats and t-shirts that people were wearing there DURING THE GAMES.

Bochy

So, that would be a reason to root for them.

This being said, I can’t root for the team that beat us in the NL West this year when we were so close. If we were dead last, I could (not the Dodgers though). However, this year… I might take pride in knowing that we beat the NL winner a lot during the season… but damn them for winning the division.

They are now more hated than the Dodgers and Rockies

that I can only give props to Bochy and tell the rest of Giant nation to go f*^k themselves?

Now, to me, those bastards are public enemy no. 1

I already had to put my cat to sleep today… and now I come home to this crap. Worst, Day, Ever…

…just to say how nauseated I am to know the Giants won it all. I couldn’t even watch the game after I found out they scored in the seventh.

The Padres aren’t the only team I root for, but losing out on the post season after the year they had was a gut punch anyway. I’m so angry the team that eliminated them is the one fortune smiled on to win the World Series. Ugh.

My disdain is so great.

my sister-in-law says, who lives there, says it’s been a week long party-palooza. Fuck those guys. I want to party-palooza.

Posey looked around like he needed permission to move. And whatever crap bar they cut to directly after the final out just had people gently clapping like they just got done watching Much Ado About Nothing.

Seeing people post talk about how this is good for the Padres, good for the division, Bochy, a model for the Padres, etc.

The day Boch left SD is the day I stopped giving an F about him. A team we beat 12 times during the season won the world series. Seriously, F the Giants. I don’t care who is on their team or what division they are from. They are not the Padres.

At least they waited to win until Bonds was gone

Finally dug myself out of the jungle of Giants jerseys with the price tags still on them. Pretty much everything above sums up how I’ve felt the past two weeks.

Giants Nation— you’re not even a nation, at best you’re a damn Inhabited Territory— you will RUE THE DAY you ever won that World Series.

Our bearded flamethrowing closer can kick the tits off your bearded grannytossing poser.
The veterans (read: walking dead) in orange and black will regress to the point of stupefying incompetence.
And when you come down to San Diego, we will grimace and endure the talk about the last two weeks of the season, and your ensuing run to the title.
And then we will proceed to BEAT THE FLYING SHIT OUT OF YOUR FACIAL-HAIR-PREENING COLLECTION OF ASSHOLES and remind everyone why the PADRES spent five and a half months in first place.