Glad I don't have to cheer for the San Francisco Gigantic Shitstains anymore, their matchups against division rivals are finally over.
I hope the Tigers systematically destroy them, sending all of their fairweather garbage fans into long lasting depression.
I will freeze their tears for future thirst quenching. I will go to the stadium on the day of elimination, find me the most innocent of the Giant's youth, and I'll look him dead in the eyes with a huge douche of a grin plastered across my face as I watch his dreams crushed, and his soul torn from his useless vessel. The pitiful moans of the neighborhood's sobbing will ring wonderfully in my ear, serenading me as I fall into a peaceful slumber, ever so happy that evil failed to triumph that day.
The only thing Giant that day will be my massive erection in the face of such utter destruction, and it will be beautiful. Murals, hymns, odes and statues will be erected in honor of this wonderful sight, and we'll all come together in the aftermath a better society than before.
Hater