The year was 2012. The Giants had just one lousy championship, and we weren’t even that spoiled yet. The mood was grim. The Cardinals, the stupid Cardinals, who had broken Marco Scutaro and our hearts, were up 3-1 in the NLCS. The Giants had already won three elimination games in a row. That’s a better postseason run than most franchises will have in a decade, and they wanted you to believe it could be done again in the very next series?
Think also about the mood after the Game 4 loss. Tim Lincecum started, and he was awful, as expected.