After the Giants broke my heart in the 2002 World Series I decided with all the passion of a 16-year-old to not care about baseball ever again. EVER AGAIN.
However, the wild shouts of my neighbors during the Giants crazy come-back in the baseball series thingy before the 2012 World Series revved up a bit of my long-lost enthusiasm/enjoyment of being around people who are really excited about something even if I don’t particularly share that excitement and, well, here we are. Something about a panda? We won a thing? Parades? Orange is a great color! Hooray!