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Euphoria

I’m supposed to be reading the adventures of Don Quixote de la Mancha in time for my two o’clock lecture tomorrow, but I think my professor will understand if I don’t quite get through it: he is, after all, a San Francisco Giants fan.

After jumping up and down and pumping my fists in the air in some uncoordinated, spastic dance over and over again in my Santa Cruz apartment this afternoon; after watching my team (MY TEAM!!! The one I adopted eight years ago and stuck with through the foggiest of nights and dreariest of days) run laps around the field and bathe in champagne showers (and drop f-bombs on the air), I sit here in front of my computer at close to two in the morning, unable to wipe the smile from my face.

We did it. I know some people scoff at the tendency of fans like myself to use the word “we” when referring to their team of choice, but I truly think the fanbase is the tenth man on the field. We don’t do any of the pitching or the hitting, but we coax them on from our couches, our barstools, our stadium seats. We may get frustrated at times (many times, in fact; after all, the 2010 adopted slogan for this team was “torture”), but us diehards stand by them.

I can’t remember being prouder than I am today to say I’m a San Francisco Giants fan, or just simply a fan of baseball for that matter. There’s so many lasting images that will stay with me from just today, let alone this week or this entire season, and I can’t possibly sort through them all in my mind or write them all down in an articulate manner. I won’t be able to hold onto every single memory from today no matter how hard I try. But I know I will always remember standing in front of my TV screen, wringing my hands together as Brian Wilson struck out the final batter and Buster Posey threw off his mask and ran towards our closer to congratulate him on winning the National League West crown.

I don’t want to get too negative or bitter, but I did have a definite, “Told you so” attitude towards the many “experts” who counted the Giants out this season, who had them finishing in fourth place–just in front of the San Diego Padres, of course–in the division. I guess I can’t blame them too much; none of us knew that this scrappy team of predominantly veteran hitters and guys labeled as “journeymen” or “wash-outs” would click so well, or that we would manage to pull all these guys off the scrap heaps who would contribute in such a big way. But after last year’s surprisingly good season, I knew that they could pull it off this year.

I could just wax poetic about today and my love of baseball for another hour or so; could talk again about how much I adore this game (for anyone who may have stumbled upon this blog today who hasn’t read my “For the Love of the Game” column that I keep reposting, I’m going to pimp it again, just because I’m pretty proud of how it turned out; read it here). I could talk about the playoff matchup against the Atlanta Braves starting Thursday (which I’ll be attending with my older brother, who I haven’t seen since Lincecum bobblehead day in July–aka way too long ago), but I can’t even think that far ahead yet. All I can do right now is sink my head into my pillow, listen to “I Left My Heart in San Francisco” one more time, and sleep soundly, now that Game 162 is in the books, to be followed by at least three more.

“Nobody Said It Was Easy/No One Ever Said It Would Be This Hard”

Before the Giants took on the San Diego Padres this afternoon, I tweeted that no matter what happened in today’s game, I love baseball and will miss it like crazy whenever the season ends for my team.

But while I love this unpredictable, beautiful game, it also drives me completely crazy so much of the time. I know the Giants’ unofficial motto for the 2010 season is “Giants baseball: TORTURE!” (as coined by Duane Kuiper), but these past couple games have taken it to a whole new level.

One win away. One win to clinch the National League West, to make the playoffs for the first time in seven years. The momentum was completely on our side–we’d just swept the Diamondbacks, whereas the Padres were coming off a series at home against the Chicago Cubs in which they lost three out of four. The series was at home in front of a packed ballpark full of orange-clad fans waving rally rags. Matt Cain was pitching on his 26th birthday yesterday. We even had Steve Perry in the house today to sing “Don’t Stop Believin’” live, for God’s sake.

But the Padres showed some grit and determination, I’ll give them that. Last night they got some key hits to chase Matt Cain out of the game early, and today Barry Zito…well, he just sucked. Really. Two free runs off bases-loaded walks? There’s no excuse for that, at all. Maybe in a game in May against the Milwaukee Brewers, but not here. Not now.

So instead of hearing the sweet ballad of Tony Bennett’s “I Left My Heart in San Francisco” at the end of today’s game, I have this line from Coldplay’s “The Scientist” stuck in my head: ‘Nobody said it was easy/No one ever said it would be this hard.’

I knew this season, this push to the playoffs wasn’t going to be simple by any means. So many stars had to allign for this team, who coming into the season didn’t even know for certain who their right fielder was going to be (it was John Bowker on Opening Day, in case you forgot…he’s now playing out the final games of the season with the Pirates). We had so many question marks, so many skeptics, and yet here we are. I guess all I could have asked for is that Game 162 matter for my team, and now I’m going to get that tomorrow.

But I can’t help but feel this queasy, sinking feeling in my stomach, this feeling that I jinxed my team somehow by all but checking off the Giants as the division winners in my mind before the first game of this series, that I upset the baseball gods by not wearing my rally cap in a crucial moment or something simple like that. I know to a non-baseball fan that reasoning probably sounds stupid, but if you’re a diehard like me (or at least as paranoid as I am), you’re probably nodding your head knowlingly right now.

I can’t eloquently emphasize how important tomorrow’s game is, and I don’t think I need to; if you’re a Padres fan, a Giants fan or just a plain old fan of baseball, you know. I have the same sense of insecurity about putting this crucial game into Jonathan Sanchez’s hands as I did about Barry Zito today; after all, I do call Sanchez a “Jekyll and Hyde” pitcher. And Mat Latos is the ace of the Padres’ staff.

But despite all that and all the odds that are seemingly stacked against the Giants and all the nerves that are stirring up within me now, I guess this motto always remains true: don’t stop believin’.

The Next Six Games

I’m such a mixed bag of emotions right now.

It’s an unfamiliar feeling, this pennant fever I’ve contracted. It stayed away for a good four years, and I thought I began to felt the symptoms of it late last summer after a grand slam off the unlikeliest of bats–Edgar Renteria’s–but they went away for good after Jeff Baker sent a Brian Wilson pitch deep into the night one early fall evening.

But now, with six games to decide my team’s fate, I am full-on diagnosed with pennant fever. The thought of the next week, hearing people talk about it on the radio or in class or on the bus, makes me grin with a nervous, giddy excitement. I’d say I feel like a kid again, but as a twenty-year-old college student I still haven’t strayed from my childlike enthusiasm over my sport, my team, my city.

I know that over these two remaining series I’m going to be watching as if the Giants have already made the playoffs–with my hands wringed together, my stomach churning, my heart beating hard as Brian Wilson comes in to close out the ninth inning (although to be fair, that happens to every Giants fan seemingly every time our closer comes in). I’m also going to adopt the Chicago Cubs as my honorary team for the next three games, as they’re playing the San Diego Padres at Petco Park through Thursday before the Padres come north to San Francisco for what will probably prove to be the decididing series for the NL West crown.

At the same time, though I keep reminding myself to stay grounded, so not get my hopes up too high, to not “jinx” the Giants by already guaranteeing a postseason appearance in my mind. As my mom and most of my friends will surely remind me, this team has broken my heart plenty of times before, and part of me keeps telling myself not to expect anything different. But I can’t help but walk around Santa Cruz with a smile as I adorn my Giants t-shirt or put on my J.T Snow autographed baseball cap, thinking about the possibilities that the next few weeks could hold in store for my team, who was so poorly regarded and counted out of this season by so many so-called baseball experts. I want to prove them wrong; I want my miniature imitation of a postgame champagne locker room celebration at my apartment in Santa Cruz this weekend (which will probably just consist me jumping up and down and screaming, “We made the playoffs!” to anyone that cares to listen).

Although I’m going to be nervous as hell over these remaining games, I’m still going to do the best I can to really take it all in and treat them like they’re the last few times I’m going to see my team until next season, just in case that’s what happens. Because more than I care about the playoffs and some flashy hardware, I just love the game itself.

I can’t wait for these next six games, and although I already want to know what the outcome is, I’m going to sit in front of the TV or radio, cross my fingers and hope for the best.

Timmy, Giants Baffled by San Diego Padres

 
lincecumbadgame (3).jpgAfter Saturday’s momentum-swinging (or so us Giants fans hoped) victory over the San Diego Padres, many people billed Tim Lincecum’s Sunday afternoon rubber match start as crucial, perhaps even the most important of his young career considering the ramifications that winning a series against the division-leading Padres would hold. Fans were tentatively cautious that our ace could go out and return to his Cy Young form, or at least get through six solid-ish innings without getting hit too hard.

But instead the above picture of him walking off the mound for good in the 4th inning tells the story. It is Lincecum, the back-to-back Cy Young winner, the one nicknamed “The Franchise,” heading back to the dugout with his head down after giving up six runs without getting through even four innings.

It’s definitely a cause for concern now. I know that Timmy and us Giants fans hold him to such high standards since he has performed so extraordinarily his first full years in the big leagues. And when he’s had starts that for most pitchers would be good but not fantastic, everyone’s asked, “What’s wrong with Lincecum?”

But after a string of lousy starts; after giving up four runs in the first inning of his last start for the first time in his career, then coming out today in a game against our biggest rivals right now and pitching so poorly, it’s fair for Giants fans to definitely be worried about our star player.

Many people have called KNBR locally and written on local blogs to speculate what Lincecum’s issue must be, and the theories range from “he must be hurt” to “he needs time off” to “he’s smoking too much dope” and “he’s not smoking enough dope” (of course the latter two theories aren’t shocking, coming from San Francisco, where people sell “Let Tim Smoke” t-shirts outside our stadium). I kind of feel wrong to put a firm diagnosis on Lincecum when I know nothing about baseball mechanics compared to guys like his father and team pitching coach Dave Righetti.

But I guess like everyone else, it’s fair game to talk about it and wonder. He’s definitely not the same pitcher that wowed the baseball world the past two years, that had experts who claimed his size would lead to a physical breakdown baffled and awed over his delivery. His velocity is down, he’s allowing a ton more walks and he can’t dig himself out of big innings.

What I want to believe is that it’s all mental; that Lincecum is, in a way, pulling a Zito, feeling the mental pressure of becoming one of the faces of the franchise, of having a large contract. I want to think that all he needs is a side session with his dad and maybe a couple days off, and he’ll be back to good ole’ Timmy.

At the same time, however, I can’t help but fear for the worst. I know the team wouldn’t be running Timmy out there if he were seriously hurt; I’m just concerned that he is physically worn out and won’t be able to regain the velocity on his fastball or his dominance on the mound back at all, let alone down the stretch the next couple months. I hope that this is something that he can work on in the offseason; that he just needs a better workout regiment or something. If you go back to the Zito comparison, he improved after a summer spent working out with Brian Wilson, and now that he’s relaxed mentally and separated himself from his $126 million dollar contract he’s become a better pitcher.

But hell, I really don’t know. If any of you guys who might’ve come across my blog want to comment with your theories, have at it; all I can hope is that Lincecum can turn it around soon, or else we’ll be missing the key of our pitching staff in the most crucial part of the season.

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A few random notes from this series…

1. Jonathan Sanchez had to put up or shut up, and after his predictably poor performance against San Diego on Friday, it’s time to leave the bold predictions to the fans. I’m glad he’s passionate, but it wasn’t appropriate for him to declare we would sweep the Padres after a bad start in Atlanta and considering his Jekyll-and-Hyde style of pitching, as I like to call it.

2. I am done with Aaron Rowand. In my preseason blog entry I predicted that Rowand would have a better average this season and that he’d be a crucial part of how the Giants did this year; boy, it looks like I was wrong. It’s so frustrating watching him come to the plate (whether in crucial at-bats or not) and either strike out or hit into a double play. Would I like to see him turn it around and be one of the veterans to help carry the team into September (and possibly beyond)? Of course, but not if it means taking playing time away from Aubrey Huff, Andres Torres or even Jose Guillen (even though his defense is shoddy). If he can pinch hit late in the game and start to get hits when it counts, maybe I can reconsider this stance; however at this rate I don’t even want to see him in those situations.

3. I’m okay with the Jose Guillen trade. It’s like picking up Pat Burrell–the other team is paying most of his contract to go away, and we traded away a very low prospect to get a proven bat. I was initially concerned about the whole “clubhouse cancer” moniker, but I agree with the fact that he’ll be happy and cooperate as long as we keep playing well and have a chance for the playoffs.

4. This next stretch of nine games is CRUCIAL. Three in Philadelphia, three in St. Louis and then three at home against the Reds. We NEED to have a .500 road trip, then come home and take two out of three from the Reds. After that we play two more series at home against the Diamondbacks and Rockies, the latter of which worries me a little more.

So let’s break down the remainder of August. If we have a 3-3 road trip, then come home and take 2/3 from the Reds, sweep Arizona and take 2/3 from the Rockies, that’s a 10-5 record to finish August. I’m probably being a little too optimistic to think we can win the series against the Reds, and maybe a .500 road trip is too hopeful, as well. But all I can do is keep my fingers crossed and remain very cautiously optimistic.

A Loss They Couldn’t Afford

To quote Duane Kuiper from a couple weeks ago, “This is not good, folks.”

Giants fans, we just lost a series to the San Diego Padres.

And this isn’t like when we got swept in San Diego to start the first road trip of the season, when it was only April and expectations were low, anyway. This was in September when we’re supposedly in a playoff race with two tough teams in our division that we’re in direct competition with–the Dodgers and Rockies–coming in on their heels.

Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhh.

This simply wasn’t a game we could afford to lose if we’re going to be a legitimate playoff contender, and we did. It means a loss of momentum going into a series with our biggest rival, the division-leading Dodgers, and a loss in the Wild Card standings again because the Rockies are still on fire.

I guess I was hoping for too much after Monday’s stomping of the Padres. I didn’t expect another offensive outburst by the Giants’ lineup the next two games, but I at least hoped things would start to click more with our two-three-four hitters back. Unfortunately that didn’t happen, especially today. We hit a bunch of home runs this series in comparison to the norm, but I think that has a lot more to do with the ballpark playing smaller due to warm weather than it does with our lineup actually hitting better; otherwise we would’nt have let another no-name pitcher in Wade LeBlanc get us today.

When I was looking at the probable pitching matchup before the game and saw LeBlanc’s name, my immediate reaction was, “Oh crap, this is the guy who shut out the Dodgers the other night. If he did that against their potent lineup, the Giants are in trouble today.” And sure enough, the only trouble we really gave him was in the third with Torres’ home run and in the eighth with two on and nobody out. It was obviously a time to bunt (which for the Giants is a four-letter word as profane as any others), and Bochy brought out…Kevin Frandsen.

Frandsen? Uh, okay…sure, Boch. He’s barely been up in the Majors this year but sure, why not give him a pinch at-bat in a big opportunity.

So what does he do? Pop up the bunt with a 3-1 count. The Giants’ bunting inability continues.  

And Zito didn’t look sharp for a second start in a row in a big spot, which will make Giants fans wonder if the overall good second-half performance is a fluke. He’s scheduled to start against the Rockies next week, and needless to say he absolutely has to pitch well in that start.

Not much else to say about this one. We couldn’t afford to drop the series to the Padres and we did. But there’s no time to dwell on it with LA and Colorado coming into town. If this club is going to step up again and prove they belong in the Wild Card race, now’s the time they have to do it.

Bats, Brad Penny Get Heated

Uuuuu-ribe!

Need I say more?

024.JPGThe Giants had a long overdue thumping as the bats came alive on the warm Labor Day afternoon in the city. They scored 75% of the runs they had on the homestand in one game, the coup de grace coming from Uribe’s second home run of the day that earned him a curtain call and made the score 9-2 over the lowly San Diego Padres.

On a quick side note, it says something about the team and its fans when this many curtain calls happen within such a short span of time; there was the one for Bengie after his home run against the D-Backs, one for Zito after his great outing against the Rockies and now a well-deserved one for Uribe. It’s great to see because it shows the players that the fans appreciate them and is a reminder of the Giants’ success this year.

Now about Uribe…what more can you ask for from a guy that was a non-roster invitee at spring training and was signed to a one million dollar minor league contract? He’s been one of our most consistent guys in the lineup all season and has been (as Jon Miller said in his home run call) en fuego lately. It’s safe to say Giants fans were glad to see him at third today and Pablo at first with the long-awaited return of Freddy Sanchez, and Bochy really has no other choice but to keep it that way until further notice with how hot Uribe’s bat has been of late.

 

013.JPGSpeaking of hot, Brad Penny got a little hot under the collar today when he gave up a home run to Adrian Gonzalez in the sixth inning. While I was at the game, I unfortunately didn’t see it; guess I picked a bad time to go grab food. But from what I hear, Penny thought Gonzalez stood and admired his shot before trotting around the bases and reacted by shouting something at him/into the Padres dugout afterwards. Now I’m not sure if Penny has some bad history with Gonzalez and/or the Padres as a whole, but if he does I would understand why he reacted the way he did. But otherwise I think it may have been an overreaction on Penny’s part. I’m all for players getting pumped up and showing some emotion, but it’s something that should be done selectively in baseball; otherwise it can be overkill and can light a fire under the players in the opposing dugout.  I guess I’m a hypocrite though, because from a fan standpoint it’s cool seeing a player get psyched up, and with Penny specifically it gets me excited about going to Sunday’s game against the Dodgers, his next projected start. I just hope he doesn’t let his emotion get the best of him this weekend against his old team; otherwise the game might go out the window for the Giants. But I have to give Penny credit where it’s due; he pitched another good game today and is looking like a solid addition to this team as the #5 guy in the rotation.

I won’t get overly excited about today’s offensive outburst; it was against the Padres, after all. But it was still nice to see and gives Giants fans hope that our lineup will be better from this point on with the return of Freddy Sanchez and with Pablo moving over to first base.

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