One of the high points of watching a Giants game on TV is when a Giants reliever jogs down to the bullpen and Mike Krukow says he’s “getting greased up in the bullpen.”

I wait for this moment and I know he’s going to say it the same way every time — no, “So and So is getting warmed up in the bullpen.”

Forget that. In Krukow’s world relievers get greased up.

I admit his words give me pleasure for the sheer originality of them. I look forward to them.

But why?

I get a visual picture of the Tin Man standing there in the bullpen in sheer delight as Dorothy squirts the oil can in his joints with him saying don’t stop.

Or I see Brian Wilson lifted on one of the lifts in the repair shop with a mechanic squirting grease under his armpits and in his shoes and on his biceps — auto grease or whatever.

Greased up seems so American and modern and just plain fun.

Krukow long has been one of my absolute favorites and greased up seals the deal.