I write about what moves me. This is a perfect description of my love for the San Francisco Giants. They have moved me to tears of joy, tears of frustration, tears of sadness. I have kicked walls in the aforementioned frustration and almost worn a groove in my carpet from pacing as Game Seven of the 2014 World Series unfolded its drama, going to the very last out with the game on the line. I have shouted at the radio during Matt Cain's perfect game such useful things as "Stay Calm " in a frenzied, decidedly not calm voice, as if Matt could hear me from my living room. During Tim Lincecum's...