HOLY DISAPPOINTMENT, BATBOY!
Well, the Giants, after a week of games, are 1 for 6, right down there with the worst team in baseball so far -- yep, the Nationals. Veteran luminaries of various stripes and effectiveness share the gutter with a reconstruction team packed with nobodies. How embarrasing.
Tonight, I watched every agonizing moment of the Giants@Padres game, where only 7 hits in the entire game resulted in 1 run for San Diego. They won with that puny little integer.
I guess you could generously say that Chris Young and Matt Cain duelled, but they didn't impress me as much as the offense infuriated me. Wasted opportunities abounded. You study the faces of Bonds, Aurilia, Durham, Feliz, Winn, and you see men thinking about something other than the game of baseball. Men who lack the spark you see in the faces of Twins hitters, Braves hitters, Cubbie hitters. I wonder if there's any hunger there, or if these guys are collecting massive paychecks while playing a week's worth of dotty exhibition games. Nobody in San Francisco seems to be playing baseball. Just making plate appearances. Is that the new standard for selling seats?
I pity all of the holders of those incredibly expensive Mays Field seats, the overpaid, overeducated baseball dilletantes conducting business through their Treos and Blackberries. They just paid for a weeks' worth of incredibly uninteresting baseball. Ha!
Color me cranky.
Tonight, I watched every agonizing moment of the Giants@Padres game, where only 7 hits in the entire game resulted in 1 run for San Diego. They won with that puny little integer.
I guess you could generously say that Chris Young and Matt Cain duelled, but they didn't impress me as much as the offense infuriated me. Wasted opportunities abounded. You study the faces of Bonds, Aurilia, Durham, Feliz, Winn, and you see men thinking about something other than the game of baseball. Men who lack the spark you see in the faces of Twins hitters, Braves hitters, Cubbie hitters. I wonder if there's any hunger there, or if these guys are collecting massive paychecks while playing a week's worth of dotty exhibition games. Nobody in San Francisco seems to be playing baseball. Just making plate appearances. Is that the new standard for selling seats?
I pity all of the holders of those incredibly expensive Mays Field seats, the overpaid, overeducated baseball dilletantes conducting business through their Treos and Blackberries. They just paid for a weeks' worth of incredibly uninteresting baseball. Ha!
Color me cranky.
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