If you asked me to pinpoint the moment that things started to turn around, I’m not sure I would be able to. But turn around they have. After a lovely 2-0 win against the Cubbies yesterday (one more game in that series today, if the rain holds off, which seems doubtful), the Giants sit at 30-24, only 3 games out of the first place Dodgers.
Nothing huge has changed, maybe, but a lot of little things have. The pitching is just better enough that it’s really, really good and the defense has cleaned its act up, too. The hitting isn’t blowing up the charts or anything, but it’s tidy. It is all enough to get wins. (Against the Cubbies, who are cake, but that’s beside the point.)
Zito has gone a long way towards proving his wonderfulness is not a fluke and everyone else is doing a pretty good job convincing me that the Rest of This Season Which I Block Out Of My Memory was indeed a fluke.
This Monday is kicking off rather nicely, isn’t it?
More importantly (who am I kidding… most importantly): todayisMLBdraftdayohmygodyesitisexcusemewhileIgodie. Not really going to go die, don’t worry. If I died I would miss the draft. But I am so excited I can barely form a coherent blog post. Well, my blog posts are never really coherent. But this one might be less than usual, even, because my fingers are dancing a celebratory dance all their own. I am doing nothing from 4:00pm onwards, except reaching my hand in and out of the saltwater taffy bowl. Saltwater taffy and the draft are my personal tradition and a total match made in heaven.
Now I’ll just go get the rest of my jazz done, if nobody objects, so I will be free to vegetate this late afternoon. Catch y’all later.