Turns out the blogosphere is particularly well-suited to spread the lore of the San Francisco Giants. What follows is a compilation of local and national posts from smarty-pants of all stripes in advance of the World Series.

ANN KILLION, SPORTSILLUSTRATED.CNN.COM

The 2010 Giants represent this city’s vibe: costume-wearing (Wilson’s Fear the Beard, the Pablo Sandoval Panda hats), cross-dressing (Huff’s rally thong), hippie honoring (Lincecum) and fun-loving. These days, several players live in San Francisco rather than suburbs thanks to the downtown ballpark. They don’t mind rubbing shoulders – or clinking glasses – with the locals.

No one represents the city-team dynamic better than Lincecum. He’s quirky, longhaired, comfortable in damp weather, different. A perfect match for the cool gray city of love, one that doesn’t pass judgment on guys who might drop the F-bomb on live television or get busted with a small amount of marijuana in the offseason.

TIM MARCHMAN, SLATE.COM

The Giants are overstuffed with aged, light-hitting infielders and sluggardly pseudo-sluggers, all picked up in trades or signed as free agents.

These are exactly the kinds of players Bill James and his disciples have been warning executives to avoid since ballplayers were wearing Afros and polyester double-knits. Even granting that the better part of the Giants’ success comes down to young pitchers such as Lincecum and Cain and brilliant rookie catcher Buster Posey, a lineup filled with the likes of Huff and Burrell still qualifies as the living antithesis of right thinking in baseball. Which may be why it works.

BRIAN WILSON, MCCOVEYCHRONICLES.COM

It feels awesome. Feels like when you were a kid and every guy gets a chance to be a hero, then you eat orange slices and Kool-Aid after the game. Except we’re nailing champagne right now… I signed up for this job the day I was born.”

PETER HARTLAUB, SFGATE.COM

If there’s one downside to the Giants’ improbable ascent to the World Series (and there’s really just one), it’s the inevitability of yet another incredibly boring mayoral bet. Below are a few suggestions for the bet between San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom and Dallas Mayor Tom Leppert.

The loser has to panhandle in the winner’s city… for one day, on a median, with the proceeds going to the homeless shelter, soup kitchen or charity of the winner’s choice. The winner gets to make the loser’s sign. If San Francisco wins, I nominate splitting the money between Glide Memorial Church and The Trevor Project.

The loser must dress head to toe… in the tourist wear of the winner’s choice, for an entire work day. Like I said, there was a grain of a good idea in Newsom’s hat bet with the Philadelphia mayor. If When the Giants win, I’d definitely dress the Dallas mayor in the 2-for-$5 “Alcatraz Pole Vaulting Team” T-shirt, a pair of sweatpants with the letters “SF” on the ass and a cable car-themed fanny pack. And everything in pink.

NILS ERIKSON is a Pagrovian journalist who is having a hard time talking to his kids about Journey, but ASHKON’s video is helping: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyVdbfyvwso