Why I love baseball. Such a fickle game. Last Saturday, Tim Lincecum pitched a no hitter as the baby, Lindsey Tarde and I watched and thousands of Giants fans cheered each of his 148 pitches, mobbing him after the last out. Last night, he took the mound again and couldn't get past the 4th inning, as the Reds trounced the Giants 11-0. The game of baseball is a marvelous thing. One day you are a hero and the next night you are a bum, a metaphor for the game of life.