Unbranded; without a registered trademark.

 

Vida Blue put his honorary 2010 ring up for auction, (hopefully a lifetime of béisbol memorabilia clogged his shelf-space, not something more desperate).

Closing bid: $18,678.

Ann Killion, reputable purveyor of hard truths:

Here’s a bulletin for all of you who thought that being a Giants fan was all garlic fries and panda hats; that it only meant dressing in costume, attending parades and cataloging championship moments.
What you’re experiencing right now is normal. The old normal.
This is what Giants fans who existed before 2010 are accustomed to - a slow drag through September, a wishful hope for next year. The difference is, two world championships in three seasons should be more than enough fuel to get through 55 relatively meaningless games.

Ann Killion, reputable purveyor of hard truths:

Here’s a bulletin for all of you who thought that being a Giants fan was all garlic fries and panda hats; that it only meant dressing in costume, attending parades and cataloging championship moments.

What you’re experiencing right now is normal. The old normal.

This is what Giants fans who existed before 2010 are accustomed to - a slow drag through September, a wishful hope for next year. The difference is, two world championships in three seasons should be more than enough fuel to get through 55 relatively meaningless games.

Hey Giants Nation. 
Feelin’ down about B-Dubs?
Yeah. Must sting.
I know that feeling. I remember, back through the mists of time, when a douchecanoe from Los Angeles leveraged all those good feelings from a World Series win into an endorsement for a corrupt machine politician, who would then go on to pimp our fair city to the highest bidder.
It was especially precious because the aforementioned attention whore didn’t actually care one way or the other. He just couldn’t resist the fucking camera.
I’m not saying I’m more bitter; I’m just saying I’ve been bitter longer.

Hey Giants Nation.

Feelin’ down about B-Dubs?

Yeah. Must sting.

I know that feeling. I remember, back through the mists of time, when a douchecanoe from Los Angeles leveraged all those good feelings from a World Series win into an endorsement for a corrupt machine politician, who would then go on to pimp our fair city to the highest bidder.

It was especially precious because the aforementioned attention whore didn’t actually care one way or the other. He just couldn’t resist the fucking camera.

I’m not saying I’m more bitter; I’m just saying I’ve been bitter longer.

Who is your favorite Giant to watch? 

"Buster Posey, obviously. It feels like we’re in the fever dream of a six-year-old playing pretend baseball with his Transformers, and Posey is the Optimus Prime figure that gets every big hit."
-Grant Brisbee

Who is your favorite Giant to watch?

"Buster Posey, obviously. It feels like we’re in the fever dream of a six-year-old playing pretend baseball with his Transformers, and Posey is the Optimus Prime figure that gets every big hit."

-Grant Brisbee