It’s not like I’ve just gotten any huge, swooping curveballs. Just a few sneaky ones. So I was repeating that title in my head when I started sifting through seven hours of tweets yesterday afternoon and started seeing things about Brian Wilson. Not good things. Bad things. Potentially terrible things. In three words: strained left oblique.
A variety of things went through my head:
Charlie Sheen curse!
Bruce Bochy is nervous? ::stomach sinks::
What is an oblique anyway?
It wouldn’t be baseball without adversity.
It’s true. Pretend they’re Barry Zito curveballs or your fill-in-the-blank-with-your-favorite-curveball-throwing-pitcher-of-choice.
I kind of think the Giants should trade for Feliz (panic move, I know. This is just going through options in worst-case-scenario.) because last time the Giants traded with the Rangers it turned our pretty darn good for San Fran. And I’m honestly a little scared for Feliz. Does Nolan Ryan have a knife to his back, or something? His sudden enthusiasm about starting is so creepy that I have stopped reading the stories about it. Maybe Ryan or JD made a really convincing Powerpoint illustrating all the things he could buy with a starter’s salary? Is there even such a thing as a convincing Powerpoint? I’ll get back to you about that one.
Anyhow. The reality is that the Giants have been killing it this Spring Training largely minus Wilson. The regular season is different, obviously, and they really need that closer, but there are a million other strong links in the team (well, 24, actually). Remember why they were so successful last year? No superstars. People who stepped up when you least expect it.
Now get that blood pressure down, eat some coffee ice cream (I just had some. Homemade. Be jealous.) and get a good night’s sleep. Sweet dreams, y’all.