Brandon Crawford is the best. The very best. He may currently be hitting worse than a drunk Tim Lincecum on a unicycle, but he’s still the best.
He’s a magician with his glove, and in a season sorely lacking in reasons to watch San Francisco Giants baseball, the thought of a ground ball hit to the left side of the infield is at least a reason to linger on the game as you flip through the channels, trying to find Chopped: Halloween Edition reruns.
He’s that fun to watch.