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Wait a minute, the Giants are . . . fun?

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What is that feeling? What do I do with it?

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I won’t waste much of your time here. What I’m about to say has already been eluded to.

Here’s Bryan, in Wednesday’s recap, after the San Francisco Giants beat the San Diego Padres 7-5 to build a four-game winning streak:

It’s not only a different story twenty days later, it’s a different feeling versus the one we’ve felt for this team since, I don’t know, the second half of 2016 — dread — and it’s a feeling most of us probably thought wouldn’t be one we’d dust off until Johnny Cueto returned: joy. That feeling has come on suddenly, but it’s because the Giants are peaking at sort of the right time and sort of in the most dramatic way possible.

And here was me the night before, when a 10-4 victory gave the Giants three straight games with 10 or more runs:

This is admittedly like finding some loose change while emptying out your totaled vehicle, but the Giants are playing good baseball. Competent baseball. Their best baseball of the season.

Will it last? No, probably not, though crazier things have happened. But it sure is fun.

Fun. My goodness. How many times have you used that word to describe the Giants in the last three years? Twice, maybe, but at least one of those times was ironically.

But it’s true. The Giants are fun.

The Giants are fun in large part because they’re having fun. They’re having fun because they’re winning and playing well. It’s pretty cyclical.

You want proof that the Giants are having fun? Let me give you the most irrefutable proof imaginable, the infallible evidence that the Giants are having fun.

Buster Posey is having fun. Buster Posey is displaying his enjoyment. Buster Posey, whose reaction to a bed filled with 10 golden retriever puppies would likely be an innocent smile, accompanied by a calm, “gee, those sure are cute,” is exclaiming.

During Tuesday’s game, Evan Longoria hit a pair of big kid home runs. The second was the type usually reserved for simplistic baseball computer games, such as the one Google rolled out for the fourth of July (seriously, check it out. You can hit a dinger like Longoria, while being a pizza slice!).

As Longoria returned to the dugout, his jubilant teammates began a chant, centered around an extremely shortened version of his name. “Go! Go! Go!” they whooped, raising their hands in the air with each yell.

Buster Posey was one of those people chanting, smiling, hollering. Here, I cued up the video to just that moment.

Okay, so Posey isn’t going that wild, especially compared to Pablo Sandoval. But he’s happily and excitedly chanting “Go! Go! Go!” in celebration of a monstrous home run.

Now here’s where we need to apply a healthy dose of new math. The “Go! Go! Go!” chant is the natural evolution of another chant. The sharp cadence that carries through the monosyllabic, hard consonant nickname, while the hands go up in the air, isn’t new.

It started, of course, with Alex Dickerson, who coincidentally enough, joined the team right as they became fun. When Dickerson hits a home run, he returns to the dugout, where he is greeted by triumphal howls of “Dick! Dick! Dick!

Therefore, we can easily and mathematically conclude that if Posey is happily chanting “Go! Go! Go!” then he is also elatedly yelling “Dick! Dick! Dick!

And if Buster Posey showing spirit and excitement while partaking in phallic baseball patois doesn’t reek of a good time, then I just don’t know what does.

This article has gotten off track. I recognize that.

So let’s get back on track. The joy associated with playing a game in the grass under the sun, with your buddies, while being good at it, is back. Temporarily, at least. It was a staple of the mini-dynastic run, where bubbly personalities like Pablo Sandoval, Angel Pagan, Brian Wilson, Mike Morse, and Tim Lincecum brought high energy happiness, the likes of which the Buster Poseys and Madison Bumgarners and Javier Lopezes smiled at and fed off of, even if they didn’t actively partake in it.

The Giants are fun to watch because they’re having fun.

That likely ends when they stop outscoring their opponents, which likely ends when they regress back to being a team that can’t hit home runs.

But this article isn’t about the future. It’s about what is now. And what is now is a Giants team that, despite what we thought we knew about them, is a lot of fun.