They’re All Cy Young

Greetings from New York, where I’m at a tech conference – part of my day job. Thank God I’m no where near San Francisco. Thank God I’m nowhere near the radio in my truck, the sports page in the Chronicle (not that I read printed paper anymore) and the incessant rants on the KNBR call in shows.

Is it me or have the last few series (v. Pads, Dbags and A’s) been notated mostly by the sports press with “pitcher’s duel!”. Please. Aside from Timmy’s implosion the other day in AZ, few of our opposing pitchers are dealing, per se. Good performances? Sure. But it’s become a developed skill of our pathetic offense to make pitchers we face all look like Cy Young. 2 runs in the A’s series? Ouch. We’ve scored 17 runs to opponents’ 40 in the last 5 games which we’ve lost. You know all the stats and I’m just venting.

Solution:
Giants hitters take. Go to the therapist. Seek out slump busters. If I have to watch another 5 pitch inning, I’m going to croak.

We all do it – psych ourselves out – at work, in romance, in sports – and start to think stuff that isn’t true. That we can’t see the ball, that we can’t make a sale, that we can’t get a hit, that we can’t bust a slump. We go on trying to hit 5 run homeruns desperate for a change of heart and mind.

Giants hitters let it go. Relax. Have fun. Quit trying so hard. Accept loss. Embrace failure and get cozy with the worst that could happen. Who cares? Take some pitches and work some pitchers over. We’re facing average pitching talent (until we face Ubaldo – Jesus!) and we need to quit pining over San Francisco 7′s.

Fresh start on Tuesday vs. the Nats.