Of course this is going to be about Tim Lincecum, because the predetermined narrative demands it. It's enough to make your brain throb. Only it's way more involved than that. Lincecum, the Giants' one sentry on the last outpost in the Yukon this postseason, finally got the call in the long-lost second game of the World Series, and after retiring five Kansas City Royals as the only cheery part of the Giants' postgame show left the game in pain with what looked like a leg injury of indeterminate severity. In sum, they lost, 7-2, to tie the series at a game apiece. Bruce Bochy's managerial acumen was pinata'd about. Hunter Strickland buried himself further in the bullpen pecking order, and Jean Machi far deeper still. And then Lincecum raised and then dashed his supporters' hopes with stunning swiftness. [INSTANT REPLAY: Giants' bullpen rocked, Royals win Game 2 ] And now we have the weirdest playoff series of all, weirder than Washington, or St. Louis. A World Series in which everything you know is all bent and dented. Now who can't like that? But first, the Timmyana. He incurred back tightness on his second-to-last pitch in the eighth inning, and will return to San Francisco for an...