For the first time since 1955, on Opening Day we can call our team the “Defending World Series Champions.”  This will last approximately 162 games give or take, so let’s savor it while we can.  Even so, there’s always going to be that nagging feeling that things will go horribly wrong.  Brian Wilson is starting the season on the DL!  Our postseason hero Cody Ross strained his calf!  And yet, there’s an odd aire of calm about the fanbase right now that I personally have never felt before now.

Because I can, that's why.

Sure Brian Wilson is injured.  But the Giants have four other relievers capable of filling his sharpie-colored shoes while he’s out.  Cody Ross?  His injury only opens the door to the glory that is Brandon Belt’s entrance to a choir of angels.  All this optimism makes me feel uneasy; it’s quiet…too quiet.  I’m waiting for the cataclysmic disaster that I’m certain is imminent.  The heavens are about to rain down fire and sinners will be forced to repent for their misdeeds.  Or not.  My upbringing as a Giants fan makes me predisposed to assume the very worst, so my apologies for the fire and brimstone outlook on things.

All apocalyptic scenarios aside, it’s Opening Day!  Giants/Dodgers.  Good vs. Evil.  It’s a classic matchup that all fans from here to LA can appreciate to some degree.  Tim Lincecum opposes Clayton Von Patchy Beard to kick off the season, and I truly couldn’t be more excited.  Now only five and a half more hours until game time, meaning I’ll have to kill the hours by watching the riveting Yankees/Tigers matchup, followed by the heated rivalry that comes with any Padres/Cardinals game.  Please let 5pm come soon.