Is there any manager better suited for his team, his franchise and his city of employment than Bruce Bochy?
Only Bob Melvin, just across the Bay Bridge, comes close. And it's not that close at all.
As a team, here's what the Giants are heavily dependent on: mature, poised and professional men who have been around the block more than a few times. They are lightened metaphorically by a cadre of clubhouse wild cards who understand that the game is supposed to be mostly fun, and sprinkled with young talent that needs a pat on the back here and there, and a kick in the butt when the pat on the back simply won't work.
And who is Bochy? He's a baseball lifer who's seen it all and done almost everything he's seen. He's the perfect leader for those salty vets who want nothing more than a low-key skipper, who lets men be men, and is trusting absolutely, just shy of to a fault. In short, a really cool Dad.
For the cutups who like to have a great time, hey, Uncle Boch is cool with that. Just make sure you get your work done and as long as we're taking care of business, boys will be boys.
And for the kids? The next-generation gang led by Brandon Belt and Brandon Crawford? Bochy has the ability to balance stern and forgiving like few others. He's perfect for those guys, too.
The franchise fit, also perfect. There's a whiff of history to Bochy, who enjoys a subtle reverence throughout the game, as do the Giants as a whole. And the relationship with GM Brian Sabean, and the rest of the office types, creates a cooperative dynamic unmatched in the game.
As for meshing well with San Francisco itself, think about it.
We're an old-school city. Bochy is an old-school manager. We're all-inclusive, loaded with transplants. Bochy is a transplant himself and gets along with everybody.
It's a match made in heaven, and Bochy's already taken the Giants to the World Series twice, with a third trip very much on the table.