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Baseball is a game where anything can happen. The games — on a one by one basis — are little tiny pockets of chaos, but generally, over the long haul of the regular season, things balance out. The Giants losing a season series to the Astros isn’t impossible. After all, the thing is, it happened, but when it happens in late August as the team is trying, trying, trying to find, push, and wiggle it’s way into the playoffs, it becomes entirely frustrating.
So, while I’m not as pessimistic — I’m not even sure that’s the right word — as fellow blogmate, Rory Paap, I am hugely sympathetic to his pain. The Giants are a bad team right now, and yet, they are only four games out of first place. Do I think the Giants will make the postseason? I don’t know, but with the way things are headed, that proposition looks more remote each passing day that the offense struggles.
On the topic of offense:
When the Giants have needed it the most, the offense just hasn’t been there. Injuries have decimated this team, but the veterans that are here (Torres, Huff, Cabrera, Tejada, Rowand) have ranged from below average to below replacement-level. On most nights, scoring three runs with this offense constitutes “breaking out”. The Giants can win with an above-average pitching staff and a solid bullpen. It’s totally doable for this team. But, the offense that ranks worst in the game is the anchor that is dragging down top flight starts from Cain, Lincecum, Bumgarner, and Vogelsong. The pressure on the pitching, right now, has to be unbelievable — and I feel for those guys.
The glass half full people will say: “We’re just four games out, we can still make the playoffs.” and the glass half empty people will say: “ORLANDO CABRERA HOLY CRAP!” and the truth is, the reality is somewhere in between. This isn’t a good team right now. This isn’t a team that looks like it’s ready for the playoffs. This team hits Orlando Cabrera multiple times a game and expects him to grit his way onto the base paths by sheer grit alone and then grit some more, and when he runs the bases he’ll grit-grit-grit-grit all the way home.
It’s probably not going to happen, but hey, it could! And that’s baseball. I’ll be rooting till the end, like everyone else here at BCB, but this team has tested our wills so thoroughly, that I’m not sure I can handle much more. Saying that doesn’t make me, or anyone else, a fair weather fan.
So, save those comments for yourself. As for you my favorite baseball team, for the love of the baseball gods, score some runs, please.