Throughout the course of your life, you’ve consumed — by watching, reading about, checking the box score in the newspaper or on your iPhone, listening to on the radio, what have you — thousands of San Francisco Giants victories. And you’ve consumed thousands of Giants losses.
And, Mays willing, you’ll consume thousands more of each.
Some of them feel incredibly meaningful. Joyous, or tragic. Others don’t.
And a few times every year, like clockwork, something happens that makes us simply not care about the outcome of a Giants game.
Sometimes it’s a national or international tragedy.