Do you remember where you were when Buster Posey ran into the arms of Sergio Romo? A golden night, wasn't it? (Except for.) One year later, the Giants sank to 4th tied for third (which, while not okay, is somewhat understandable; let's call 2013 the hangover season), Wilson did something petulant and gross, and two rouge-colored teams vie for the championship.

Anyway, happy birthday, World Series victory No. 2. You're just as special now as the day you were born. Sob.