It was a sunny day at Oracle Park on Sunday, with a light breeze coming off the San Francisco Bay. Logan Webb was on the mound, and he was brilliant again, striking out seven in eight full innings, and allowing just seven hits and one unearned run. The offensive attack was on point, with Matt Chapman hitting a laser of a home run, and contributions and up and down the lineup. Bryce Eldridge had another hit, another walk and another run batted in, because of course he did.Why, it was the kind of game a Giants fan could get used to.So why are you clenching your jaw and possibly your fists and possibly everything clenchable in your body right now? Thoughts of a textbook Giants win — just as they drew it up before the season — should make you … not clench. It should make you relax, even. It should soothe your savage soul in these troubling times.If your reaction is even close to the one I’m imagining, you’re not alone. It’s one that friends and family have struggled to describe to me, a je ne sais whatever that lingered even after some of the wins. It didn’t befoul the best wins, like the magical Eldridge grand slam, but most of them. And I think I figured it out:It stings so much because all of the games should look like this. Or 50 percent of them, at least. Enough to where you would care about the trade deadline in the right kind of way. You should be ogling various relievers and imagining them saving precious leads in the games Webb doesn’t pitch eight innings. You should be wondering how to squeeze another hitter into the lineup.And it’s not like you’re being unrealistic, either. This isn’t like saying, “Imagine if cars ran on cheese, Milwaukee would be at war with Paris for global supremacy,” where a very, very big if is required to accept the basic premise. This is Sunday’s box score, plain as day. The ones on MLB.com helpfully have each hitter’s OPS after the game, right there next to batting average.Imagine taking a screenshot of that box score, traveling back in time and showing it to someone from before the start of the season. The wonders! Sure, sure, there would be some question marks. You could shake off the obviously slow start from Rafael Devers and the repeat of Willy Adames’ slow start, but there would be so much more that would be going right. Jung Hoo Lee hitting a cool .331 with doubles power, just like his childhood idol! Eldridge hitting .300-something with power! Even the lesser victories, like Casey Schmitt with an everyday-worth OPS, are the kind of things that don’t show up at all in the truly bad seasons.You know, the truly bad seasons — which this one absolutely is. It makes no sense, so when the Giants show off as they did on Sunday, it stings more than it soothes.Matt Chapman has been baseball’s best hitter in June, and his season numbers now look very much like what was projected for him before the season started. (Thearon W. Henderson / Getty Images)This isn’t to excuse the most obvious (and easy to expect) flaws of the team, such as the bullpen and the quantity-over-quality budget approach to a rotation that needed much more. No, that’s a huge part of this general, season-long malaise. When you ask what could have been done differently, the answers aren’t complicated.