Another day, another loss to a well below average team.
Another day, another elite starting pitcher blaming himself for the loss when the offense couldn’t hit a beach ball into the Pacific.
I’ve about run out of ways to explain the Giants woeful attempt at playing this fine game we call baseball. Between the starting staff blaming themselves for the losses and watching their faces drop like somebody just kicked their dog when a single run crosses the plate, fully knowning they’ve most likely just lost the game – my vomit meter is peaked.
So I’ll somebody else explain today. Gah head, boys.
Thanks, Cainer. You did my job for me.