I think Frank Robinson is sick and tired of me quoting him—“Close don’t count in baseball. Close only counts in horseshoes and grenades.”
I can’t help it. It fits. And when you’re right, you’re right. One thing I know is Frank Robinson is right about this.
Monday night’s game in New York was a breath of fresh air, even though the Giants lost. But they came out swinging.
The Mets scored a run in the bottom of the inning, and didn’t catch us until the bottom of the fifth. But Buster Posey wasn’t having it. He led off the sixth with a solo home run.
Unfortunately, the Mets tied it up again in the bottom of the sixth, and then scored a run in the bottom of the ninth.
The Giants were all dressed up and ready to fight, but the fight walked off. I hate it when that happens.
The final score was: Giants 3, Mets 4
Here’s the deal—we’re gonna stick by the guys because we are Giants fans. I want to try and keep it positive because it is draining to bitch, moan, gripe and complain. And where would it get us if we did? It’s just there are times when I want to stamp my feet and throw a hissy fit.
I think once we get the band back together—Brandon Crawford, Madison Bumgarner, Jarrett Parker and Denard Span are all on the DL—things should start looking up. Will it be too late to make it to the postseason? I’m not sure it matters at this point. What matters is everyone getting healthy and staying that way.
8 May 2017