Dear Morning Games,
You are a fun phenomenon that we get here on the West Coast. You are probably preferable to whatever East Coasters get – staying up until the wee hours of the morning for California games, I suppose. But with great power comes great responsibility, you know that, right? (Semi) singlehandedly you are able to either make or ruin a day.
See, if you come on at 10:10am, there’s a certain element of being catalytic in a person’s day. Call me dramatic, but I firmly believe this be true. Point is, starting out with a six run inning?
That is not acceptable. I get that Barry Zito is allergic to Miller Park or whatever and it’s unethical to keep the roof half open, half closed (cooee, Bud Selig!) but those are not really excuses, when you factor in that you also ruined my coffee and distracted me from all of the things I kindasortareally should have been doing. 8-5 final is better than I was expecting, but it’s still not, well, good.
The game fell apart in a lot of ways, you know, not only Zito. Case in point: only two of the six runs scored off of him were earned. He didn’t look good, by any stretch of the imagination, but the defense was also something akin to abysmal. Additionally, no one can hit with RISP, so then there’s that. But I’m not blaming you for that part. Really, I’m not. I get that you are basically innocent in this situation. Just, you know, venting ‘cause we’re buddies and stuff, right?
Yeah. You get it.
The Giants are off to Miami now, to face Ozzie Guillen’s Marlins for Memorial Day Weekend. You’re off the hook until the next 10:10am game on Sunday. We part as friends, then, darling morning games? Until I find a way to eliminate you? Might include some elimination of time zones but I’m always down for a challenge.
Make that, usually down for a challenge. Dealing with Barry Zito melting like an ice cream cone in the sun is not in my job description. I knew this photo would come in handy again, somehow.
p.s. My actual inspirational jazz for the day? As they always say, if a team wins each series they play, even without sweeping, that’s pretty darn good. Nasty final games in a series that is already won are forgettable, thankfully. Excuse me while I prepare the Kool-Aid.