Despite the evidence that a "run" is an impalpable thing, made of ether, the Giants can't create one even in the thick air of Denver.
Little frustrates a Giant fan more than the exaggerated legginess of Hunter Pence's swing. Were he settled and calm in his approach, we'd all be settled and calm, even if he struck the fuck out. But no, he flails and stretches.
Gallo also wishes that speckops would take the stoopid pills I gave him last year, just to make things fair.