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Even the best teams of all-time have about 50 games like this a season. If you go 112-50, you still have 50 games worth of hair-pulling, second-guessing, and frustration.
The Giants, of course, are not one of the best teams of all-time. So get used to this feeling of intense disappointment. Don’t be alarmed by it. Even if the Giants have a fantastic season -- even if they make the playoffs -- there are a lot more games like this coming up.
Sometimes I hate baseball.
Two things that almost make me feel better about this game: one, it shouldn’t have been as close as it was, with the Braves getting 5,301 baserunners to the Giants’ four or five. And two, Edgar Renteria still looks like a functional, worthwhile hitter, which would be kind of a big deal for this team. The most likely scenario is that this is just a case of Alfonzosis, and he’ll come back to earth soon. Also...
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Oh, my, Edgar, you beautiful creature.
Sometimes I love baseball. Most times, even.
I think I’ll work on the rest of this post-game writeup later.
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Let’s try that again:
Even the best teams of all-time have about 50 games like this a season. If you go 112-50, you still have 50 games worth of hair-pulling, second-guessing, and frustration.
The Giants, of course, are not one of the best teams of all-time. So get used to this feeling of intense disappointment. Don’t be alarmed by it. Even if the Giants have a fantastic season -- even if they make the playoffs -- there are a lot more games like this coming up.
Sometimes I hate love, love, love baseball.
Wow.