Dear Manager Bochy,
I wanted to take this moment to offer you a sincere apology. Over the past few years (and particularly this year), I have said some pretty horrible things about you. I have thought even worse thoughts. I sometimes wondered if you had the cognitive skills of a four year old. You made moves that made me so angry that I could have choked my own child. I did not like you. I did not trust you.
Over the last month or so of the season, things began to change. Sure, winning will make urine taste like a 1982 Latour, but something really did change. You began to actually play the players who gave you the best chance of winning. You made moves that made sense. You showed me that you were capable of a two or even three-step process. Were you perfect? Not at all. You certainly had your kryptonite (hint first name sounds like “Nosay” and last name sounds like “Deeyen”. But since the playoffs started you have gotten consistently better. Again, it has not been perfect. I for one would not have double-switched Edgar only to pinch-hit for him the next inning. I would not have gone back to Sergio in game 2. I would probably have started Pablo in Game 6. I would not have had Timmy pitch in Game 6 of the NLCS, but these are the exceptions. The rule has been that you have made smart move after smart move. Maybe it is because the guy you were managing against has only 41 chromosomes, but you really have been managing like a genius. And not that it means anything to you, but I actually like you now. I saw you in heading into the interview room after Game 4 on Weds and I wanted to hug you. I really am growing to like you. Scratch that, I really do like you and could learn to love you. Moreover, I am confident that you will make the right moves, and most importantly I trust you. I feel really good about having you as the manager of the Giants in the World Series, and this is not just because you are managing against an opponent who has no idea how to manage in a National League park. I just feel good. So while the ecstasy lingers a little bit longer, I just wanted to take this moment to say that I am sorry for saying what I said about you and thinking what I thought. I am happy that you are the manager of the San Francisco Giants and I hope you will forgive me.
P.S., I reserve the right to revoke this at any time and particurly when or if I see a player wearing the numbers 6 or 8 in a San Francisco Giants uniform in the next 10 days.