Years of Torture…Worth it? Freak Yeah!

It’s been 56 years since the Giant’s won a World series… and that was in New York.  Now, I am in awe of our San Francisco Giant’s and proud to be a fan!  The Giant’s’ management saw the

vision of finally winning a World Series in San Francisco by uniting a divergent group of athletes that some had labeled “misfits”.  Players that other teams had let go, rookies, players who some said were “has-beens” and unknowns formed a cohesive team that is close to perfect, in this pooches eyes.

World Series Champion, Giant's!

No big names or big egos.  No steroid-deformed big hitters.  I greatly admire scrappiness and the ability to create something grand and great with many little pieces, with unstoppable tenacity.  This Giant’s team embodies the qualities of perseverance, hard-work, cooperation, motivation and hope… in other words, dog-like qualities.

After these past weeks, the entire nation is now throwing around the names of players we have been enamored with since they joined The Giant’s:  Lincecum, Ross, Posey, Renteria, Huff, Sandoval, Wilson, Sanchez, and Torres.  Brian Wilson (Fear the Beard) was even a favorite Halloween costume this year.

With monikers like Kung Fu Panda and The Freak, this team had a special flare long before the national media even noticed.  Now in places far beyond Northern California, baseball lovers are wearing “Let Timmy Smoke” and “Fear the Beard” t-shirts.  Some are surely just jumping on the bandwagon of The Champions, but I think for many, deeper sentiment exists.

I think that fans across the country love to see the underdog prevail, just like with the Saint’s victory earlier this year.  I would like to think that through the example of this special Giant’s squad, and their newfound fans across the country, we can somehow unite, at least on one issue.

Giants win the series!!

We are finally at the end of this divisive election season, so let’s embrace our unity and collective love for the people of this country who really change our lives for the better:  The San Francisco Giant’s!


Fear Nothing… Except the Beard!

“Our goal should be to live life in radical amazement… get up in the morning and look at the world in a way that takes nothing for granted. Everything is phenomenal; everything is incredible; never treat life casually. To be spiritual is to be amazed.” ~~ Abraham Joshua Heschel

I love this quote, and as a precocious pooch I choose to live each day by these words.  Without fail, I awake to each morning with a wildly wiggly wag and with vivacity and plucky prancing.  For me, this energy and enthusiasm is usually automatic and without pause, but I do sometimes consciously make that choice of behavior.  I’m a curious canine ready to tackle the newness of every dawn.

However, my brother Wilbur is a different sort…usually.  His morning routine generally consists of moaning and groaning at the light, and ducking under the covers to continue his snoozing.  He usually shows no excitement for what the new day brings, until this past Sunday morning when his customary crotchetiness was non-existent.

That morning, Wilbur attacked the day with uncharacteristic gusto and giddiness from the moment he woke up.  He bounded off the bed, out of his little self-designed nest with an optimism rarely demonstrated by my little brother.

Weary Wilbur

Most I know in my species are similar to myself, in that they are naturally enthusiastic and ready to explore the possibilities of every new day.  Because of Wilbur’s unstable past (until we adopted him), I think I understand his tenuous approach to life.  In “Wilbur 101″ I described some of the trials my poor sibling endured until he found his forever-home with us.

I am cognizant and understanding of our different attitudes and outlooks on life, because of our upbringings, so I was a bit taken aback on Sunday by this turn from his usual modus operandi.  This change in Wilbur’s sensibilities seemed to come out of left field, so to speak… and then I realized that literally this shift was out of left field.

Wilbur’s joyous and ebullient state was directly related to the Giant’s win over the Phillies the night previous.  Seriously, Wilbur is one dog who takes his baseball in earnest.  I thought I was passionate about this playoff series, but Wilbur (and mama) are fanatical zealots for the Giant’s.

Wilbur feels intensely for the Giants and appreciates their underdog status.  Maybe that’s why he has taken such a strong interest in their advancement to the World Series.

Supporting the orange & black

I believe that Wilbur, like many beings, is often torn between fear and its’ opposite energy, hope.  Wilbur’s past, given his many trying experiences, has reinforced the fear mind-set.  But in his new family, Wilbur is finally beginning to understand hope and confidence.

In the 2010 SF Giant’s, Wilbur has found an avenue for his hope to grow, flourish and be reinforced.  The World Series this year is more than just baseball in our home; it has become a symbol of hope and light against fear.

Hope defeats fear again, dear readers!  I encourage you to live this day with intensity, amazement and hope, where there is no room for fear to dwell.  The sentiment of hope trumping fear holds true for all situations… with the exception of one:  Fear the Beard!

Fear the Beard!