Too bad the Giants aren’t publicly traded, because I have a tip for you. Buy.
The national media hasn’t caught on yet, and the stock is a bargain. The farm system is productive, the young pitching is performing above expectations, and the long-term veteran contracts still on the books — OK, not all of them. I mean, some of them. Alright: Winn and Molina, fercrissakes — suddenly seem like assets. What was supposed to be a colossal fershlugginer mess this year now could be their best season since 2004.
Split the final twelve games and the Giants end 74–88. Win nine of twelve the rest of the way, and they finish 77–85. Teams that lose 90 to 100 games are rarely picked as sleepers. Teams that lose 85 to 90, more so. If the Giants finish strong and Tim Lincecum finishes with the Cy Young, don’t be surprised to see a few pundits put them on the watch list for next year.
Though it might take more: the national media still has a psychological barrier to overcome. The Giants can’t count on Peter Gammons waxing rhapsodic about them playing the fewest number of meaningless games. They get no slack in many quarters; from indignant keepers of the sacred baseball flame who wail about Barry Bonds; from know-it-all statheads who snicker about Brian Sabean’s unwavering idiocy (and its latest manifestation in Aaron Rowand’s second-half haplessness and Tim Lincecum’s inexcusable pitch counts); and from everyone because of the Zito contract. In other words, the team long ago spent all its political capital, and no amount of Dave Roberts, Spectacular 5th Outfielder will win it back.
And yet, and yet. This crazy, everyone-into-the-water-without-a-lifejacket approach to the post-Bonds rebuild seems to be working. Emmanuel Burriss stayed afloat to the tune of a .350 OBP. Their top two pitching prospects will likely jump to AA next spring, according to Baggs’ groove. I reckon if Sandoval, Ishikawa and Schierholtz all keep hitting at their current wonderful (read: unsustainable) levels, you’ll see the tippy-top of a bandwagon appear on the distant horizon. Throw in a clever hot-stove trade for a middle-of-the-order bat, and keep your eyes peeled for Cinderella references.
With every feel-good milestone this winter — Noah Lowry and Merkin Valdez throwing well in winter ball, Buster Posey and Roger Kieschnick (Kieschnick? I hardly know Nick!) tearing up the Hawaiian league, Tim Lincecum’s right arm staying attached to his body — the highly sensitive bandwagon-o-meter will register another tentative toe or perhaps the meaty left buttock of a new believer quietly claiming a spot under the canvas cover of our merry little procession.
Let me be the first to say: Welcome. Welcome to Fantasy Island. I don’t have a dwarf by my side (or was Mr. Roark a midget?), so Miss Monkeypants will show you to your cabin.

Giants 2009: Sleepers? Cinderella? Playoffs? Are your buttocks on the bandwagon yet? Discuss.
What is wrong with you? The only reason the season was bearable was that the expectations were low - lower than a freaking Mccain attack ad. Now you want to raise our hopes and kill next year?