OK, it's not Tim that's pissed off. It's me. Man, my cachongas are so steamed I can barely see straight, let alone type coherently. The Giants just made their FIFTH ERROR while the bullpen WALKED THE GAME AWAY. This game should be forgotten on so many levels. My hope is that every key stroke will suck the toxins from my soul, yet the opposite seems to be happening...Quick, let's talk about what little good I can remember:
#1) Tim is probably calm and satisfied with his work. As he should be. He deserved his 13th victory with a solid 7 innings, 6 hits (including only one double), 2 earned runs, 1 walk and 7 strikeouts. The Reds were pesky and made Tim work, but he contained them. The Franchise also continues to improve at the plate with a great single in front of Babe Velez' shot into the Arcade. Which I guess leads to...
#2) Eugenio continues to hold down the leadoff spot and leftfield. The guy is playing inspired ball. It was hard to believe that he kept that line drive homer fair. When Nate comes back we may have a real nice problem on our hands.
#3) I only saw the first seven innings; stopping with our boys up 5-3. Either I never should have left or I'm damn glad I did...I don't know which. The good part is where I watched the game. My lovely bride and I enjoyed drinks (Irish coffee for me, Manhattan for her) at the San Benito Saloon in Half Moon Bay and watched it on the big screen there. A warm evening for this gorgeous coastal village caused us to take a walk after our libations and that's when the game turned to shit. Yeah, it was probably my fault. Oh well, it was a nice walk.
Hey, it worked! I feel better. I no longer want to eviscerate Edgar Rentalria. I will cancel my appointment to have Brian Wilson's eyeballs tattooed. Thanks for listening.