For two days there, everything was golden. The Giants won the Bay Bridge series, Part I for 2012, taking two out of three. The first game was 8-6, the second 4-0 and the third was, well, 6-2 with the A’s winning. That’s when the goldenness shuttered to a halt. In general, I like the A’s just fine. I follow them casually, seeing as they reside close to me and I have an irrational adoration of Billy Beane, but when they match up against San Francisco, my feelings take a bit of a 360.
Which is all to say, I was glad the Giants won this series and acquitted their side of the bay rather nicely and are now back on the light side of .500. Confession, though: I was relieved to see that Josh Reddick got that homer in the final game, if the Giants were the going to lose it anyway. On Friday night, he smashed himself in the back of the head with his bat after striking out and I’ve been kind of worried for him all weekend. Presumably a homer will dissuade him from smashing himself in the head for a while? Because I would sleep much better at night knowing that. Baseball’s fantastic but it’s not all that, Josh. Okay? Okay. Now that that’s settled!
The unfortunate part of the series, of course, was the last game. (Aside from the Reddick longball, as previously discussed.) Because although the club looked all around much better in the first two games, Lincecum had The Curse of the One Horribly Nasty Inning and that pretty much blew the game open. “What’s wrong with Timmy?” doesn’t cut it at this point. He claims he needs to become more arrogant and while I applaud the sentiment – who doesn’t want to become arrogant? I sure do. – I have to admit, I’m not one hundred percent what that has to do with The Curse of the One Horribly Nasty Inning. I might try the voodoo store in Berkeley, if I were him. Then again, if I were him, I would also have gotten that haircut a cool five thousand years before he did. Evidently, I am not him. If I can become more arrogant and pitch better, I do not object in the slightest. In the meantime, I am glad to have Madison on the mound in Milwaukee tonight. Can he bat clean-up, Bochy et al.? Pretty please?
In other (old) news, Bob Davidson of balkin’ fame was suspended a game for his lack of social skills. Er, bad “situation handling”. He apparently did not peace out and check out my ump-themed tote as I advised him a while back. I do still wonder if he likes rom-coms or action flicks, but I will probably never know. Ah, well. Onwards to more pressing things, like…
Beat Mil-Wah, guys! Just don’t, you know, beat Ryan Braun. If you can help it.