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Post-game thread: Giants bore, thrill, frustrate

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Oh, that team. The one that can't get runners on base. The one that, when they do get runners on base, can't get a hit with runners in scoring position, which makes it seems like a couple of poorly timed failures rather than a carefully plotted, impeccably executed string of outs. The team with only one real hitter and a bunch of clowns flailing around him.

The team that absolutely refuses to score runs for Matt Cain. Nice pitching, Matt. Enjoy your 0-1 record.

It's easy to make too much of a single game in a 162-game season, so I'm not going to make any grand proclamations about this one. It's just too easy. But I can write that, without a doubt, this season is going to be the exact same golden shower of misery and awful hitting, with enough good pitching to keep our hopes alive for far longer than they should be.

What, are the Giants going to score off another closer in the ninth? Tie the game in dramatic fashion? Yeah, right.

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You'd think the "post-game-fail-recounting-turned-impromptu-excitement" gag would already be old by now, but I could go for 148 more of these.

... Wait. I take that back. Good god. Watching David Eckstein hit a walk-off home run is like losing a loved one to spontaneous combustion. The loss is unexpected and painful, but kind of amusing. Not that amusing. Just a little. But messy. And awful. Certainly hard to explain and harder to believe.

So let's go back to the first point: Oh, that team. The one that can't get runners on base. The one that, when they do get runners on base, can't get a hit with runners in scoring position, which makes it seems like a couple of poorly timed failures rather than a carefully plotted, impeccably executed string of outs. The team with only one real hitter and a bunch of clowns flailing around him. And Juan Uribe, who's cool

The team that absolutely refuses to score runs for Matt Cain. Nice pitching, Matt. Enjoy your winless record.

It's easy to make too much of a single game in a 162-game season, so I'm not going to make any grand proclamations about this one. It's just too easy. But I can write that, without a doubt, this season is going to be a slightly different golden shower of misery and awful hitting, with enough good pitching to keep our hopes alive for far longer than they should be.