Lessons learned from tonight's game:
Tim Lincecum is good at his job.
It seems like we're watching the Big Red Machine whenever this team scores three runs. Save some of those for tomorrow, boys!
And by "lessons learned from tonight's game," I mean lessons that we learned three years ago. Part of me wants to congratulate the Giants for winning, another part of me wants to roll up a newspaper and whack the offense on the nose so they don't get complacent. Another, larger part of me isn't even sure where to buy a newspaper. You probably have to go on eBay.
It's pretty gauche to focus on the offense after scoring three runs, though. Three runs! Would have won last night. If they could have scored three runs in all of the games during this recent 3-11 stretch, why, they could have been, uh ... 5-9. Hmm. Maybe that's a bad example. Maybe they should work on scoring even more than three runs. Though once Brandon Belt is plugged into the middle of the order every game -- as he surely will be, of course -- it's possible that things will improve just a smidgen.
No, tonight was all about Tim Lincecum being better than everyone else, which he usually is. If it weren't for the nonsense run support, he'd be on the fringes of the Cy Young chase. Remember the last time he allowed more than three earned runs? It was two months ago, when he got lit up by the Reds. In the eleven starts since then, he's allowed three earned runs in a start once, two earned runs in a start twice, one earned run five times, and zero earned runs three times. The Giants record in that time: 6-5! Thanks, offense!
Dang it. Said I wasn't going to focus on the offense. It was a win. A win where a hit-by-pitch, a balk, a grounder to the right side, and a fly ball could have been enough, but it was still a win. Lincecum was superlative.
Yesterday's game was the first game I didn't watch all season. I was reading a book on a balcony that overlooked the Pacific Ocean. If I had watched the game yesterday, I think I would have broken up with baseball. I think I would have gathered all of baseball's clothes and thrown them out of the second-story window, screaming obscenities after baseball as it walked away, all amused and cocky-like.
I needed the break. Today was a nice reminder of what the good times with the Giants are like. They don't always have to be 2-1 losses. Sometimes they can win 3-0. Sometimes they do that sort of thing a lot. There's still the potential for good things, for baseball to be fun again. It starts with Tim Lincecum. He good.