That’s what she said. But she didn’t say there would be this many. It’s been a rough couple of days. I haven’t written, using as an excuse the old rule my grandmother taught me—if you don’t have anything nice to say… you know how the rule goes.
I feel dismayed, disheartened, disappointed. The Giants three games against the Washington Nationals started out with a bang–not the good kind–and ended with fizzle. Our pitchers are working hard to keep us close in these games, but our hitters aren’t showing up to the party. Somebody please make sure they’re getting their invitations.
The Giants don’t play Thursday, and Friday night we’ll be in the City of Brotherly Love with Ty Blach on the mound. Let’s show the guys some extra love–long distance–and hope for the best. I know it’s a lousy strategy, but right now it’s the best one I’ve got.
Good luck to Austin Slater. I hope he knocks ’em dead.
1 June 2017