Inglourious Gients? San Francisco Must Discover Shame and Channel It

Nothing worth anything ever came easy. 

Nothing worth earning ever crawled up minus life and surrendered.

Nothing worth wanting ever succumbed without a fight. 

The San Francisco Giants are learning that the hard way, and to make the variety of cuts a little more deep and renowned, they know it. 

Strolling into the Mile High City on a respectable road trip performance, the Giants almost squandered a 6-1 lead in the first game of the now-haunted series against the Rockies, but luck was summoned and game one was taken. 

Luck wouldn't find Bruce Bochy's bunch again. Not for the next two days. 

This team is young, for the most part. They're inexperienced, most certainly. 

The offense often has irreversible handcuffs, to go along with a penchant for thinking one swing or one pitch can be turned around into sending one into the bleacher seats. 

The Giants are not a team that intimidates any opponent. Folks say that if they were to make the playoffs they would make the opposing team tremble on account of the starting pitching and depth. 

Maybe. 

Not after performances like San Francisco dished out over the second and third games in Denver, CO.

After going absolutely batty—hitting five homers Saturday night—and earning a 6-1 lead, there was no sort of endless resolve the Giants' fans hope for. 

The killer instinct lacks existence, mainly on account of Bochy's amazingly conservative style of baseball and managerial skills, but nevertheless, the players play the game—and they don't have the look in their eye. Rarely ever. 

A 6-1 lead turned into a 14-11 loss with the blink of an eye. Ryan Garko found his power swing for an evening, however, a loss of that magnitude and dissolving into nothing shows the true Giants team this year. 

It's unfair to compare the Giants' offense to that of the Rockies, considering the Rockies have seven players with 10 or more home runs (with two more knocking at the door with eight). 

San Francisco has the free-dealin'-free-swingin' 23-year-old Pablo Sandoval. What you see is what you get with the mercurial youngster. 

Bengie Molina hopes for a first-pitch fastball.

Despite the likes of Garko, Aaron ,and Nate Schierholtz finding their hitting stride, watching the Giants achieve a lead-off double late in the game and ultimately flunk a chance to get that runner in speaks volumes. 

This team wants to win. More than anything, they do. Sandoval has revitalized a clubhouse that once resembled a mortuary, but it's not going to be enough. 

Not when it comes to the chase for a playoff spot. 

The Rockies have the mojo. They also play in a hitters' heaven, but that only goes so far. Given an inch, they take a mile. 

Colorado went 21-1 in games played after Sept. 15 in 2007 en route to electrifying the baseball world. 

Aside from Todd Helton, that cast of Rockies were a bunch of relative no-namers. 

It doesn't matter what anyone else says or thinks. Not in baseball. 

The Giants need a drink. They need a cocktail, rightly mixed-up with a variety of some heart, some courage, and a dash of brains in this, the unexpected stretch run. 

After all, they're "in this thing!", as the San Francisco P.R. department have discovered their new marketing slogan. 

This team is missing Freddy Sanchez, a player who was supposed to bring hitting, execution, and toughness. 

He did in the handful of games he's played, but now he is, in all probability, heading to the DL. 

The team is minus Randy Johnson, the wily No. 3 starter who was supposed to tutor the young-gunners. 

Johnson is slated to start throwing off the mound again this week, in hopes of returning as early as the beginning of September. Whether that be as a starter or a reliever remains to be seen. 

Bochy and Co. blew another golden opportunity, wasting a gutsy, yet off-balanced performance by Tim Lincecum on Sunday. Now, they sit three games out of first place in the Wild Card chase. 

This team needs a killer instinct, they need to exude confidence and find the right time to execute in order to finish off games.

Bump off. Take out. Dispose of. Rub out. Exterminate. Liquidate. 

To reference director Quentin Tarantino's newest film, Inglourious Bastards, Brad Pitt's Tennessee-mountain man Lt. Aldo Raine, the valorous and idiosyncratic character straightforwardly and simply "wants his scalps."

No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Giants, take note. 

There's no excuse for losing games in which you donned a 6-1 lead. Start the job and finish it. With a city revived by a season of unexpected performances and debuts, they want nothing more than to rock the house come October. 

When the Dodgers came to town, Giants fans went absolutely ape for three games. A set in which the Giants had the lead in each, yet were only able to string together one win, courtesy of a Juan Uribe walk-off. 

This was to be a make-or-break road trip, and looking back on it, the Giants were only outplayed once in this 11-game trip. It's easy to say now, but San Francisco had a chance to go 9-1 throughout the first 10 games. 

They didn't. Of course not. The fact of the matter is that they were in position, and faltered. 

Good teams make the plays. Winners do all the necessities. 

It may be a little much to ask of this team, a slew of overachievers, but the Giants have fate in their own hands. 

They're writing their own script. 

They best include some fortitude and fearlessness somewhere in there. 

Just call Tarantino. He'll draft you up a winning, comprehensive, and mind-blowing gem, San Francisco.