I’m not going to write anything poetic about the San Francisco Giants or Opening Day. Because you don’t need anything poetic from me ... you have the poetry of baseball, Giants baseball, back in your lives.
The Giants are kicking off yet another season, and they’re doing so at home for the first time since 2009 (thanks, lockout, for this one tiny little silver lining). But after starting the season with modest expectations the last few years, the Giants suddenly find themselves beginning a campaign with sky-high expectations, both internal and external.
No one is expecting them to win 108 games and set a franchise record for the second-straight season (though they’re welcome to if they’d like).