We can think of only one reason to add a second wild-card team to the postseason: money. But money can't buy the sort of hair-raising regular-season finish we saw Wednesday night.
Tim Lincecum is a good-natured skater-punk kid. Pablo Sandoval is a cuddly goof. But the best reason to like these NLCS-bound Giants? Nobody is looking over his shoulder at the brooding visage of Barry Bonds.
Buster Posey was out. Michael Young swung. Greg Golson caught it. Three egregious calls in the first two days of the playoffs means baseball can't resist instant replay any longer.
Tim Lincecum and Stephen Strasburg will never be confused for one another on the mound, but they share a common pressure: the strange territory of unbounded expectations.
Think off-the-field personnel matter? They sure did in Atlanta, where John Schuerholz was front and center for a magical 17 seasons.