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Far too often, folks reach in times like these.

They look to assign the deepest of meanings. They insist on craning for poignancy.

Hell, Larry Baer himself fell into the trap, speaking of the “life lessons” that the 2012 Giants taught us along the way.

Seriously, Larry? Now? Life lessons?

In the immortal words of Bill Murray in “Stripes,” LIGHTEN UP, FRANCIS.

YOU JUST WON THE FRIGGIN’ WORLD SERIES!

Erin Andrews, who did such an admirable job in shaking the hottie-who-showed-up-on-the-internet-naked label with solid dugout reporting, fell into the trap, too. She asked some awfully deep questions after the Giants finished off their sweep of the Tigers.

This is not a time for depth. That time is later this week, maybe even mid-November.

For now, give us Sergio Romo’s tears. Give us Marco Scutaro’s understandable inability to say a single thing that makes an ounce of sense. Give me Barry Zito’s goofy, you’ve-gotta-be-shooting-me smile.

Give us nothing more than what the moment, in the moment, deserves. And what it deserves is pure joy, amazement and awe.

Joy is all one could really feel in the wake of Romo freezing Miguel Cabrera to end Game 4. Did you see the look on Romo’s face? Good lord.

Amazement is all one could feel when the realization hit that Zito and Pablo Sandoval, the former a non-entity and the latter a non-factor during that insane 2010 run, had as much to do with this run than anyone.

Awe? Meet Marco Scutaro.

Are you not in awe of this man? If not, you’re a very difficult person to impress.

So impressive has been Scutaro that some creative fools on Twitter already are giving him the Chuck Norris/Dos Equis Guy treatment.

Marco doesn’t wear a watch. HE decides what time it is.

What time is it really, though?

It’s time to plan your outfit for the parade.

It’s time to call your friends all over the Bay Area to make sure you get the front page of every newspaper in the region.

Quite simply, it’s time to thank your lucky stars that you’re a Giants fan.

Don’t over-think it today. You’d be doing these guys a disservice. There’s so much time to ponder life lessons and deep meanings and whatever else we want to glean from a momentous sports moment.

But don’t waste any time on that crap right now.

Pop a cork. Light the end of your favorite smokeable whatever. Hug anyone and everyone who enters your personal space.

Today is about basking in the rare, fleeting feeling that comes with being in close proximity to greatness, to magic, to the kind of dramatic conclusions that only the mythical script writers of sport can submit without being rejected out of hand.

Today is about smiling to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief and thinking, “You’ve gotta be shooting me.”
Enjoy, San Francisco. Soak it in. You are champions, yet again.

Mychael Urban, host of “Inside The Bigs” (9 a.m. to noon Saturdays) on 95.7 FM The Game, can be followed on Twitter @BigUrbSports. His website is UrbsUnchained.com.

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