Your 2009 Giants

A quick post this morning, to get back in the habit, mostly.

I’m worried. The Giants are back to their offensive anemia we all knew so well from 2009. The kind of anemia that keeps you up at night, that makes you order decaf coffee and keeps you obsessing on cat hair on your car seat even if you own a dog.

Watching last night’s limp schilling of the Giants by the Pads (we’re 0-7 now but who is counting?) made me feel for our starting rotation. Guys aren’t loose and each and every one of them is simultaneously trying to hit 5 run home runs and not make a mistake for fear of giving up the one run that’s going to bury them.

I can tell we’re the 2009 Giants because, well, everyone one is screaming again for a big dumb ridiculous bat.

San Diego again tonight. Let’s see if someone can awake from their slumber and grow a pair at the plate. (these 8 pitch innings are just killing me.)