This isn’t 2010. This isn’t a cocky, emerging team that knows it can shut anyone down and hold teams off until the clutch hits come.
This is a vulnerable Giants team. This is a club with starters who have been brought to earth, flawed hurlers who leave the ball up in the zone and relievers who walk guys they shouldn’t and let strong hitters put liners in play. This is a team of underachieving hitters who leave runners in scoring position and strike out when it matters most.
And that is what makes them special.
This is a Giants team that has no reasonable business in the NLCS. Where 2010 was the team of destiny, the fun-loving misfits who had too much stuff to be denied, 2012 is a team of survivors. A team of scrappy players who overcome themselves to pull it together just long enough to finish ahead of the other guys. They’re a team of guys who play over their heads just long enough to nail it down. Where the Giants were the menacing caricature of Brian Wilson, the 2012 Giants are the piecemeal fill-ins who supplement stuff with heart, they’re the Sergio Romos, the Marco Scutaros.
They’re a different kind of misfits. They’re a team who really has been left for dead, an unlikely champion in every sense of the word. In 2010 we never doubted, in 2012 we never stopped doubting. Truly this is a team who deserves to be in the World Series.
We have a day off before the World Series starts. I suggest we all spend it relishing what happened tonight. Truly one of the defining moments of this generation of Giants.