Ah, San Francisco Giants Spring Training baseball. How we love you. You remind us that warm places exist in late February.
Every year you get us San Francisco Giants fans over-excited, or overly-distraught based on small sample sizes. Yet, we still love you. This is simply because you’re all that we have. However, we’d be wise to not let you seduce us yet again.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Spring Training. She’s beautiful, she’s gorgeous, she’s riveting. But she does the same thing to us every year. She leaves, in late March or early April, and soon enough we forget her.
So what keeps us coming back? Well, for one thing, she’s great at teasing us. Last year it was with Chris Marrero (she knows how much we love dingers), this year who knows who it’ll be.
It’s almost as if she knows we’ll fall for the mirage that will get DFA’d in May yet again.
She knows we’ll forget that the Scottsdale climate and the pitchers you face there are slightly different than what you’ll be up against at AT&T Park.
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Therein lies the beauty of Spring Training. The way that she entrances us is truly mesmerizing. I’d like to think that I’ve learned my lesson, that dingers or high ERAs in Spring don’t automatically translate to the same results in the regular season. But then I see Steven Duggar lace a double in his first game, or Tyler Beede get lit up in his first start and I say, ‘Have him bat leadoff against Kershaw on Opening Day,’ and, ‘Send him to San Jose,’ respectively.
This isn’t something to be proud of. I ought to know better; we all do. Sure it’s fun to crunch the numbers and predict and analyze, over-analyze, and re-analyze, but at the end of the day isn’t most of it moot?
Probably not, at least not entirely. Seeing prospects get at-bats on the moon would probably give us at least some sense as to what they’re capable of. What I’m trying to say is: don’t read too much into Spring Training. It’s undoubtedly fun, but I think we’ve learned far too often that it’s all for naught.
So enjoy her while she lasts, because when she’s gone we won’t get to see her until next Spring when she gets us to fall for her all over again.