i am not real good on the blog protocol so go ahead and delete this if it is inappropriate. i am not grant brisbee and i do not understand the statistic intelligence displayed here so well by the contributors. but i do know something about baseball and the giants and i think i know what a manager should attempt. i figured after melky's hustling triple the frenetic and overboard frankie rod would pitch around posey to set up a double play possibility (notwithstanding a first pitch curve ball strike i was right and buster takes a lot of first pitches so it shouldn't have been shocking to bochy to be faced with the situation). brett pill up and belt and huff (isnt he activiated?) on the bench....i was stunned there was no move. braun was fourth in the bottom half and if our shortstop makes an error or something he might come up as the tieing run.....i mean after a 3 run first inning and the way madbum was dishing the idea is to get a cushion....and the opportunities are so fleeting because either randy wolf is today's sandy koufax or the giants are today's hitless wonders....i sent a text to my son telling him that if it wasnt for 2010 i would feel evil toward the manager and growl "go back to san diego you failure" (its not what i said at all but i am not a internet posting terrorist so i cannot repeat my missive here).
the result of bochy's non-move (followed by belt entering the game as a double switch after braun's homer) left me with a way too familiar feeling, one that is now tempered by THE FACT. resignation. and here folks is the east coast part....it was getting late and extra innings had the brewer's feed. do i stay up for the entire game or retire to my bed, cuddle with my sleeping wife and feign sleep until the alarm clock rings? (i chose both until affeldt walked someone in the ninth then i turned it off thinking i didnt want the vision of a brew crew walk off haunting my dreams.. the giants are close enough to new jersey i could have driven to the game and still i have to go to bed without knowing the game result and i have to wake up, sneak my computer into the bathroom and confront my spouse's accusation that i care more about the giants than i do about her. i guess because they are the last thing i think about as i go to bed and the first thing i think about when i wake up she has a point. but at least when they are on my side of the mississippi my obsession doesnt span two days each game...truth be known, i love her and when i need her she is there for me. i am still a little bitter about my first love...no one even called to say they were sorry on that painful night ten years ago....she at least said "sorry about your team, don't forget to take the garbage out."
p.s. THE FACT=TSFGWTWS