The San Francisco Giants, perennial underdogs of Major League Baseball, have proven pundits wrong yet again in earning their third trip to the World Series in five years. I absolutely love the storyline that follows my favorite team, of how a bunch of players with inferior stats winds up virtually invincible when it comes to postseason play. I root hard for the Giants. The investment in being a fan comes with its special brand of "torture" so appropriately quipped by one of the Giants broadcasters. Giants fans are perpetually tested in their faith, as so often the team teeters between total collapse and absolute brilliance.

So last night when they took the NL Pennant in truly historic fashion, I screamed and jumped up and down in near delirium. Their win was my win, and a bunch of men in orange and black further cemented their rank as heroes in my eyes.

A victorious faith is a well rewarded one. And it feels so, so good.