Old, crusty Giants fans who care too much about Tim Lincecum are people, too.
I was goofiest about baseball when I was 18 or so. I was in college in a different state, and my brain wrapped like a vine around anything San Francisco. Being a completely rabid Giants fan was my mullet of self identification -- Oregon in the front, California in the back. This was back when I threw things across the room at blown saves and let bad losses ruin my night. Like, ruin my night. Wouldn't even go out. Just sat there, thinking about a baseball loss.