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Monday, October 26, 2009

Alex Smith is good? Young Alex Smith is good?


Young Alex Smith was a nice punching bag for our jokes to land as this site launched in late 2005. He was the big-money guy who played like a guy, well, who couldn't hold onto the football very well.

Humor turned into sympathy as the guy could never really latch on. Hard to feel bad for a guy worth nearly $50 million, but the guy tried hard, failed, got hurt, continued to fail and then became a backup to Shaun Hill who is recognizable in about 4% of the country.

Is the Alex Smith we saw in Sunday's 24-21 loss to Houston the one that was worthy of a top pick? Pretty early to tell. Don Banks' snap judgment might say so. Not sure about his clock management, though.

We're relatively excited that Vernon Davis and Michael Crabtree -- two draft picks, unlike Smith, we were totally stoked about on Draft Day -- are becoming significant pieces of the passing game. (That probably constitutes a snap judgment on the Crabtree front).

Not so excited that the Niners have lost two in a row (and haven't won in three weeks). And at Indy next week. Eesh.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Just when you think you've got things figured out, the Raiders look like a professional football team

Head in hands: Philly loses to the lowly Raiders

The thing in professional sports, we guess, that just doesn't happen in the college game are these tremendous surprises. Perhaps it's because of parity and salary caps and the fact that there are only a handful of teams in the league. But in college football, for example, you wouldn't see the most hapless team in the league beat a top-15 team.

In the NFL, though, anything goes. There are some truly awful teams that go out on a weekly basis and embarrass themselves and their fanbases.

But then shit like this happens. The pathetic Raiders just put it together for one day and beat a team that is far superior in every aspect of the game. It's the true definition of "upset," sure. When a one-win team beats a one-loss team in Week 6, it doesn't even seem like much. But the Raiders are AWFUL! Like never-win-another-game-ever awful. Then the defense kicks in, they get a big play and somehow score more points after 60 minutes than the other team. Shocking. Raiders lose by 21 next week...

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

0-82: How the Warriors have already ensured themselves a terrible 09-10 season


It's a very good thing we don't care for the NBA (or the Warriors, really) because Golden State is becoming the Oakland Raiders of professional basketball.

A timeline:

-August: Stephen Jackson publicly asks to be traded.

-Sept. 28: Monta Ellis says he won't share the backcourt with first-round pick Stephen Curry.

-Oct. 9: Jackson bursts out at coach Don Nelson in preseason game against the Lakers and gets two-game suspension for it.

-Oct. 13: Jackson asked to relinquish his position as captain, but doesn't really seem to mind.
"I don't want to be a role model. ... Being captain was overrated to me, anyway. You don't do anything but go out before the game and talk to the refs. I don't want to do that, anyway."
We're sure far more missteps have happened since going 29-53 last season, but we haven't really paid much attention, because these are the Warriors and bad things happen to the Warriors.

So, who's ready for basketball season? Wake us up when the Lakers have won it again.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Oh, here comes Michael Crabtree to make us want him again


Michael Crabtree and agent Eugene Parker could meet with 49ers brass as soon as today to discuss contract talks.
A Monday afternoon posting on ESPN.com indicated Crabtree and agent Eugene Parker are on their way to San Francisco to "renew contract talks" with the 49ers.
See? The blockquote means it's not just sloppy reporting by an Internet site.

Most likely Crabtree and Parker will be on one side of the table, the 49ers executives will be on the other and they'll look deep into each other's eyes without saying as much as hello.

Crabtree: I want number six money.
49ers: We'll give you five years, $20 million with 16 mil guaranteed.
Crabtree: (whispers to agent) No.
49ers: Ok.
[5 minutes pass without talking]
Crabtree: How 'bout number seven money?
49ers: Thanks for coming by, Mike.

Of course there is a slight chance that the Niners will cave because Isaac Bruce and Arnaz Battle aren't exactly cutting it. If Crabtree does get his No. 6 money and completely foils the NFL's whole "slotting" system, the league will probably implode and Wal-Mart will somehow be to blame.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Excuse us while we go swallow a grenade


How's this for a fun sports weekend:
Wow, looks like we're going to take up knitting, cooking or anything else that doesn't involve a motherfucking ball.

Can't remember much worse of a sports weekend. It's times like these where there is nothing fun about sports; it serves only as a recreational activity to tear out your heart with an ice cream scoop.

So forgive us if we aren't all smiles this week. We'll probably lock ourselves in a closet and dedicate our life to perfecting the French Knot.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

When you break it down, you want to hurt Brian Sabean that much more


Two "big" mid-season trades for the Giants: Ryan Garko for pitcher Scott Barnes and Freddy Sanchez for pitcher Tim Alderson.

At the time of the trades the Giants were eight over .500. Entering Wednesday, they were 11 over. That has nothing to do with either of these acquisitions.

Garko: Hitting .233 with 2 HRs and 12 RBI as a Giant. Barnes hasn't made it to the Bigs, but is still responsible, somehow, for three Indian wins.

Sanchez: Since joining the Giants is hitting .283 with 1 HR, 1 double, 2 walks and 7 RBI. He's played in 25 of 52 games and will require offseason surgery. Alderson, one of the Giants' top prospects and a former first-round pick, hasn't made it up either, but will push Adam Wainwright and Chris Carpenter for the NL Cy Young Award this year.

Sanchez will likely be the Giants' starting second baseman in 2010, but will be coming off surgery. Garko might be selling used cars.

Hated the trades at the time. Still hate them. Singles hitters who can't take a walk are characteristics of everyone else in the FUCKING LINEUP! Go get a fucking power hitter or hoard your pitchers and you'll have the best rotation in baseball!

We'll talk when the Giants go get Matt Holliday and Adrian Gonzalez. And Albert Pujols, Hanley Ramirez, David Wright and anybody else capable of hitting a home run or moving a runner over with less than two outs.

Holding the ball ransom for...1 MILLION dollars


Some of the best fans we know are A's fans. They're knowledgeable, educated and root for the team the right way.

The rest of the Oakland fanbase? Not so bright. Generalization? Absolutely. But our experience with them hasn't been great.

This one fan certainly isn't giving the A's fanbase a good name.
Outfielder Matt Carson does not have the ball from his first big-league home run - the fan who caught it Monday refused to give it up unless he was paid for it.

The A's usually trade a signed bat for a milestone baseball, sometimes throwing in a few hats or a shirt, but they will not pay for returned balls.

"I only want money," the fan told clubhouse personnel before leaving.

"He wanted a lot, too," said Carson, who like others heard that the demand was $10,000, although that could not be confirmed.
Hey, tough economy. Anything to get a buck. A Matt Carson-signed bat would've been fucking sweet, though.

[San Francisco Chronicle via Ben Maller]

Thursday, August 27, 2009

It's high and outside: strike 2 for the Giants

The following is written by David Kamoe, a life-long sports fan whose sister is a close friend. David is an avid A's fan, wen to to high school with Drew Gooden and can't believe that Giants commentator Mike Krukow used to refer to the right-centerfield expanse at Pac Bell Park as "Finley Alley," referring to Steve Finley who remarkably wore a Giants uniform for a season. David will likely be stopping by these parts a few times a month, so treat him right. And no sister jokes.

The infield of my youth was the 1989 World Champion Oakland Athletics featuring Mark David McGwire at first, Mike Gallego at second, Walt Weiss at short, and Carney Lansford at third. I still hold these men in high regard save McGwire who cannot be shown on film or in still photographs from his rookie year until the mid-90’s because of “the juice.” This will not be an article about the 1989 Oakland Athletics infield. It is instead about Carney Lansford and hitting.

Lansford is currently the hitting coach for the San Francisco Giants. One of the Giants bright young stars is Pablo Sandoval, a free-swinging 22-year old from Venezuela. Most of the Venezuelan major leaguers I can think of are not free swingers. People like Magglio Ordonez and Omar Vizquel are fairly patient hitters. Marco Scutaro is leading the Blue Jays in walks and ranks high in the AL lead for runs scored. Sandoval, on the other hand, is a disciple of the “You don’t walk off the island” mantra common to the Dominican Republic.

Highlighted in a recent Sports Illustrated column by Lee Jenkins, Sandoval was in A-ball with a cousin of Vladimir Guerrero. Whether or not Guerrero had a direct influence on Sandoval is not certain. What is certain is that Sandoval, like Guerrero will swing at anything close to the plate. This is much to the chagrin of Lansford who is quoted as saying, “We don’t have a lot of what I call ‘professional hitters.’”

Lansford does not stop Sandoval from free swinging but I’m guessing he is probably trying to curtail it. Lansford was himself a long time Major Leaguer playing for the Angels, Red Sox, and A’s. During his time in “the Nation,” Lansford re-worked his swing so that he could bang doubles off the Green Monster. Playing the original Coliseum, he became a gap-to-gap hitter with some pop and a masterful ability to cover the vast foul territory down the left field line.

As you can imagine, I am in the Carney Lansford camp all the way. It really isn’t even bad that Sandoval is a free swinger. What is the problem is that the Giants seem to have allowed free swinging to become the order of the day. As someone who remembers tales of Will Clark having 20-10 vision and dominating the 1989 NLCS, I can’t figure out the change. People harp on the Giants for not having a lot of power hitters since the departure of one Barry Lamar Bonds. I’m no studier of the Giants for the following reasons: I’m an A’s fan and I’m not being paid to follow the Giants.

Consequently, I cannot say for certain that all the Giants hitters are free swingers like Sandoval. What I do know is that if they are, it is not likely that they’ll go far in the playoffs.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

This'll make you punch a hole through your motherfucking TV. And your garage door. And then we'll go ahead and break some more shit and kill a kitten

Sure, go ahead and walk Dexter Fowler to lead off the bottom of the 14th in a three-run game AFTER HE'S FOULED A BALL OFF HIS FUCKING KNEECAP AND CAN'T WALK AND SURE AS FUCK DOESN'T WANT TO SWING THE MOTHERFUCKING BAT.

Sure, go ahead and walk pitcher Adam Eaton, who hasn't had an at-bat all fucking season, WITH THE BASES FUCKING LOADED. ARE YOU FUCKING MENTAL? THROW THE FUCKING BALL UNDERHAND IF YOU HAVE TO!

This is the worst game in the history of baseball and the history of organized sport. No need to play the rest of the season. Everyone on the Giants should be fired. They can field a team of monkeys against Arizona tonight. The Rockies are going to the playoffs and the Giants are going to hell.

Don't talk to us until football starts.

Friday, August 07, 2009

Fantastic. Michael Crabtree and his entourage are fucking nuts.

Michael Crabtree and his "advisers" are holding out for lots of money and threatening to sit out this year and re-enter the 2010 draft. Arnaz Battle, meanwhile, is still a starting receiver. Here's how the negotiations are going:

Niners Camp: Hi, Michael, how are you?

Crabtree Brigade: Not good man.

Niners Camp: We know you want big bucks. How does No. 10 money sound?

Crabtree Brigade: It sounds like Eminem doing an Earth, Wind and Fire cover.

Niners Camp: What?

Crabtree Brigade: Doesn't sound good. I want more than Heyward-Bey.

Niners Camp: What pick was he?

Crabtree Brigade: Seven.

Niners Camp: And you were, what? Ten. How 'bout No. 10 money?

Crabtree Brigade: But I'm better than Darrius.

Niners Camp: We know! That's why we picked you. But we can only give you No. 10 money.

Crabtree Brigade: But I was projected to go higher than him. In mocks. In one mock, I was the top pick. I want No. 1 money.

Niners Camp: How 'bout No. 10 money?

Crabtree Brigade: We'll hold out.

Niners Camp: We'll give you $15 million over five years.

Crabtree Brigade: What's Darrius getting?

Niners Camp: It doesn't matter. FIFTEEN MILLION DOLLARS!!!

Crabtree Brigade: What did Stafford get?

Niners Camp: How about instead of giving you No. 10 money, we give you something a little bit lower than No. 9 money and higher than No. 11 money.

Crabtree Brigade: Maybe.

Niners Camp: Then it's settl...

Crabtree Brigade: WAIT! You tricked me. I'm not going for No. 10 money.

Niners Camp: What if we give you top-five money, but then you have to give some back?

Crabtree Brigade: No.

Niners Camp: How about No. 10 money and we'll get one of the Gold Rush to blow you after every home game?

Crabtree Brigade: No. Maybe.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

What may be Brian Sabean's 2009 version of Francisco Liriano, Joe Nathan and Boof Bonser for A.J. Pierzynski...


...Tim Alderson for Freddy Sanchez.

"Oh...fuck," is pretty much the reaction coming from Giants fans. McCovey Chronicles says the Giants overpaid; The San Francisco Chronicle's Bruce Jenkins says it doesn't feel quite right; SI.com's Cliff Corcoran doesn't like this coming after Monday's Garko trade.

We say: FUCK ME WITH A PAIR OF HEDGE CLIPPERS.

Freddy Sanchez is a good hitter. He'll improve production from the two-hole. He'll probably get a few base hits, maybe even sometimes more than one in a game. But he'll get singles and doubles and singles and then, two batters later, Benjie Molina will come up and still hit into a double play.

For Tim Alderson, one of the Giants' -- and baseball's -- better pitching prospects, the Giants land a guy we confuse with Felipe Lopez. (We're not really sure why).

Alderson for Victor Martinez? Maybe. Alderson for Cliff Lee? Yeah. Alderson for Albert Pujols, Matt Holiday and Chris Carpenter? If they threw cash the Giants' way, yes.

Alderson for a .300, 10-homer guy? We'll be holding our breath. Brian Sabean should be holding his, too.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Well if those aren't two misleading stories

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The top headline says, "Buehrle sets record, retires 45 straight." This is true in that after throwing a perfect game, he followed it up with 5.2 innings of perfect baseball. THEN HE GOT FUCKING ROCKED!!! He finished with 6.1 IP and 5 ER. He got the loss. Go fuck yourself, Mark Buehrle. (Not actually. He's OK). What's annoying is the linked story mentions how great he is and the writer practically felates him with his words, failing to mention that HE GAVE UP FIVE FUCKING EARNED!

Next headline down says, "Giants LHP Johnson out at least 3 weeks." That would be fantastic. Oh, but actually read the story and you get this instead:
The 303-game winner, who was transferred to the 60-day disabled list, won’t pitch again in a game until early September, if at all.
Goodie. We went from three weeks to MIGHT NOT FUCKING PITCH AGAIN!!! Big difference. Meanwhile, three weeks is 21 days. There is no 21-day disabled list especially when YOU'RE ALREADY ON THE MOTHERFUCKING 60-DAY DL!

Monday, July 27, 2009

Adieu Mr. Holliday

he following is written by David Kamoe, a life-long sports fan whose sister is a close friend. David is an avid A's fan, wen to to high school with Drew Gooden and can't believe that Giants commentator Mike Krukow used to refer to the right-centerfield expanse at Pac Bell Park as "Finley Alley," referring to Steve Finley who remarkably wore a Giants uniform for a season. David will likely be stopping by these parts a few times a month, so treat him right. And no sister jokes.

As news came across ESPN's ticker that the A’s had traded Matt Holliday to the Cardinals for 3B Brett Wallace, OF Shane Peterson, and RHP Clayton Mortensen, it wasn't something unexpected. Frankly, when the news came across the proverbial wire, my first thought was, “Well, about time.”

When the A’s traded Greg Smith, Carlos Gonzalez, Huston Street, and Alan Embree to the Rockies for Holliday in the off-season, I had mixed emotions. Gonzalez and Street were both two good young players with Street having been the 2005 Rookie of the Year. Smith was an up-and-coming lefty who was victimized by a lack of run support and Embree was a journeyman out of the bullpen. I didn’t think about the A’s not keeping Holliday through the end of his contract. Every media outlet did that. I just watched him play and wanted to see how good he was up close and personal.

At various points during the season, I felt as though Holliday was “lollygagging” on some plays. I can’t prove this any more than I can prove Newtonian theories. When it came out that Holliday had done a radio interview during which he said he’d like to be “on a contender,” I resented it. I understand that in the modern baseball era, players will think about getting moved in order to improve their chances of winning a ring. What got me was that Holliday never seemed to be trying to hide it.

Even during the A’s comeback against the Twins on Monday, even after hitting a game-tying grand slam, he seemed non-plus. Listening to Holliday be interviewed on the A’s post-game show, I had it crystallized. He sounded very much as though it was just another game. Now I know that he had played a crazy game with the Rockies against the Marlins where the Rockies and Marlins played a Coors Field special that ended something like 19-17. The fact is that when Holliday hit the grand slam and afterward, he seemed bored.

The old adage is: “Act like you’ve been there before.” Even if Holliday had been in a similar situation once, “Get excited!” as puppet Lebron James said. Maybe I’m too naïve, maybe I expect too much out of athletes. I just like to think that an athlete is capable of being overcome with emotion when something unexpected happens during a game, match, etc.

As usual, Bill Simmons on ESPN expressed this idea well, although he did in terms of the Red Sox. The 2009 Sox, he noted, were like Timothy Hutton’s girlfriend in Beautiful Girls. “A good solid seven and a half” but nothing that stood out. The A’s equivalent of this is Miguel Tejada. Miggy was an open show of emotion at the drop of a hat. Sometimes, I’m sure this pissed off various opponents and that he should have been more reserved. Holliday’s problem seems to be that he was only reserved.

And now he's back in the National League. Where he belongs.

Friday, July 24, 2009

That was a horrible call to end the perfect game


If you've read TBP before you're probably aware of how much we hate terrible sports announcers, specifically ones on FOX like a guy whose last name starts with B and ends with Uck and it's Joe Buck. So you can imagine how appalled we were to hear the way clowns on Comcast Sports Net called the end of Mark Buehrle's perfect game yesterday.
"Alexeiiiii, YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! HISTORY!"
Let me remind you, Ken Harrelson, that you are an announcer and not a fan. Maybe you should do your job and actually describe what is happening. Clearly this is a big deal, only the 18th perfect game in history, so it's fine to be celebratory and excited, but that was just way over the top. Contrast that with the excited yet reserved call of Duane Kuiper when Jonathan Sanchez threw his recent no hitter.
"Strike three called! Jonathan Sanchez has thrown a no hitter here at AT&T park!"
Yes. We're homers for the Giants and we think their announcers are some of the best in the business. But this isn't about giving a tug-job to our favorite announcers, it's pointing out the difference between an announcer that can be a fan of his team and still do his job well, and a moron who just screams and yells and forgets all about his responsibilities. Great for Buehrle, bad for Harrelson. No surprise, if you read the article about Harrelson, it talks about how he's known as a big homer. And I still wish Kuiper had said "here in San Francisco" instead of "here at AT&T park."

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Mount Davis really isn't cool and it sucks and it's awful


The following is written by David Kamoe, a life-long sports fan whose sister is a close friend. David is an avid A's fan, wen to to high school with Drew Gooden and can't believe that Giants commentator Mike Krukow used to refer to the right-centerfield expanse at Pac Bell Park as "Finley Alley," referring to Steve Finley who remarkably wore a Giants uniform for a season. David will likely be stopping by these parts a few times a month, so treat him right. And no sister jokes.

I hate Mount Davis. Not in the “sports hate/I don’t really hate this” kind of way. I flat out HATE Mount Davis.

I was born an A’s fan in 1987 when I went with my preschool playground and sat in the right-field bleachers watching A’s baseball. This was one of the purest experiences of baseball: sitting on metallic or wooden benches elbow-to-elbow with your fellow fans in the warm afternoon sun. This is what makes Wrigley the greatest party alive and makes me envious every time I watch a 1:20 CST Cubs game on WGN. Sauced up Cubs fans sitting on ancient wooden benches surrounded by a basket with ivy below them.

The Oakland version of this was metallic bleachers with a combination of ice plants and the Oakland hills in the background. My childhood is built around memories of this Oakland Alameda Coliseum. And in 1996, with one swift and petulant move, Al Davis and his silver jumpsuit squashed it.

It was in that year that the once Oakland Raiders (1960-1981) cut ties with the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum and returned to Oakland. The caveat was this: the Coliseum needed more seats because the triumphant return of the Raiders demanded the now infamous “Personal Seat Licenses.” Bear in mind that these were not the Raiders of Kenny Stabler, Fred Biletnikoff, Dave Casper, or Cliff Branch. I can’t even tell you who was on the 1996 Oakland Raiders. I’m not sure George Atkinson or Greg Poppa could. Nevertheless, Al had to have an extra two decks of seats and pull-out bleachers.

Since 1996, the best season the Raiders had was 2002 when they went to the Super Bowl and lost to Chucky Gruden and the Bucs. Since 1996, I have had to stare at two decks of seats primarily empty each night at the Coliseum. The only time I saw a giant crowd that filled these seats was an A’s-Giants tilt in 2004 (I believe) when they had 55,000 and change. A’s attendance hasn’t been stellar since and in general isn’t for a variety. I could harp on Schott and Hoffman or Billy Beane’s trading prowess, or even “the tarps.” I can’t speak with great expertise on these subjects but I can say this: the Coliseum changed when the Raiders moved back.

A prime example occurred a month or so ago when MLB network showed the 1989 ALCS. There, in all its glory, was the Oakland Alameda Coliseum as I remembered it. Green grass, ice plants, metallic bleachers, and views of the Oakland hills all in the afternoon sun. As I watched the game, which I didn’t remember because A) I was six at the time and B) I was in school and not at the game, I got nostalgic and angry. I wanted my Coliseum. I wanted the metallic bleachers, the Oakland hills, and the ice plants. Sure, I wanted Rickey in left, Hendu in center, and even Jose “Juiced” Cancesco in right.

We can argue forever about what to do about the A’s stadium issue. As someone who hopes to one day take his son to the Coliseum, either demolish the Mountain or give me a ballpark in the old vision of diamond-shaped stands and a completely open outfield bleachers. Please.

Monday, May 04, 2009

If we were A's fans, we'd be shopping for new furniture today


Sunday was a bad day to like the A's. Like whiskey/pistol bad. Like "Ikea Game" bad.

The line score above tells most of the story -- a blown save in the ninth, a really freakin' awful blown save in the 13th and a loss to the division-leading Mariners (what?!?!) in the rubber game of a three-game series.

Making matters worse, they played 15 innings, taxing the bullpen (Gio Gonzalez threw 108 pitches in five innings of relief) and forcing their starter from Friday night, Dana Eveland, to throw two days later (taking the loss Sunday after getting bombed in Game 1).

And, for the second time this weekend, Jose Lopez was the hero. Jose Lopez. A hero. Oil and water. The Mariners have a lineup that rivals only the Giants in futility and here comes Jose Lopez to get two walk-off hits in three days. That's stick-your-hand-in-a-fucking-blender frustrating.

The silver lining here is that Bay Area Ikeas should see some nice business today. Gooooooooo Economy!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I'll give you something to crank

This is what happens when you're a wildly successful receiver at a small-town school that likes football: you get song parodies about you to the tune of Soulja Boy.



The rapper's name is RyZe and he's from Lubbock, home of TTU, where correct spelling is apparently optional. His career is on the fast track much the same as Snoop, Biggie and Tupac. Ideally, so is Crabtree's. There's even an entire website dedicated to the song.

Crank that Crabtree sounds like something one would do alone at night with some Jergens. The song is surely going top-40.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

53 wins, 117 points and a regular season to remember gets blown to smithereens in six games


Disastrous, horrendous, gut-wrenching would probably be the best ways to describe the San Jose Sharks' series loss to the Anaheim Ducks.

The Bay Area's best hope for anything resembling sports success, the Sharks took a 53-18-11 record into the playoffs and like they've done so many times, completely collapsed in the playoffs.

Goodnight you sweet creatures. May you not epically disappoint next season.

Monday, April 20, 2009

The post where I jinx the Giants pitchers

All the hype about San Francisco's starting pitching was accurate this weekend against Arizona.

Three Giants starters (Sanchez, Lincecum and Johnson) combined for 21.2 innings, 0 runs, 0 ER, 6 walks and 24 strikeouts. Because the Giants' hitting was also as bad as advertised, San Francisco was only able to take two out of three from the struggling D-Backs.

Each game in the series was 2-0, meaning there was a total of six runs in the series, less than half of what the Indians scored in the second inning Saturday.

Still, probably a good sign for the Giants, who throw Matt Cain -- the team's best starter thus far -- Tuesday against San Diego. Of course, though, the hitting is beyond awful and will force the starters to throw shutouts every game to win, even though a 0-0 tie is seeming increasingly possible with this team.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

And on pace for 162 wins...


...your 2009 San Francisco Giants! And they're on pace for 1,620 runs which we think might be some sort of record.

GREAT SUCCESS!!

Beats the last three Opening Days when the Giants scored a combined three runs. Last season, it took the Giants six games to score 10 runs. And they didn't score in double-digits until mid-May.

So, yeah, they might as well make those World Series rings now.