When Carlos Lee and Alfonso Soriano wake up in the middle of the night soaked in clammy sweat and with the gnarled hand of fear around their palpitating corazones, they shake themselves and check their surroundings. "¡Puñeta!" they sigh, “For a moment I thought I signed last winter with the Giants.”
The recurring dream was particularly intense Wednesday night after Lee and Soriano saw highlights of the Giant game. Bengie Molina could have tied it at 4–4 in the eighth inning, but the ball he crushed to left-center died at the wall, 400 feet away. Four-hundred feet to that spot is a home run anywhere else, except perhaps Yankee Stadium and most definitely the Polo Grounds, and last I checked, the Giants don’t play there anymore.
All that, and Mays Field is still supposed to be decent for right-handed power hitters. Left-handers? Fuggedaboudit. Lee and Soriano knew what they were in for if they took the Giants’ cash, and no doubt other power hitters will follow suit and just say no gracias in coming years — the post-Bonds years — which makes even more egregious the team’s inability to foster its own boppers.
The Merc’s Andrew Baggarly writes today about Giant power prospects in the near future, and it ain’t pretty. Schierholtz, Ortmeier, Lewis, Travis Ishikawa and John Bowker, a 24–year-old outfielder in double-A ball, are mentioned as the brightest hopes. How power-hungry is the Giant farm system? Ishikawa hit .214 / .292 / .295 in 173 double-A at-bats this year, and he makes Baggarly’s list. In other organizations, he’d be flattened Wile E. Coyote-style by a snorting stampede of young studs rushing up the organizational ladder, but in this farm system, there are no heavy footsteps.
So here’s the scenario: next year the Giants are unlikely to attract a premier slugger, and Bonds will likely be gone. Pedro Feliz will either be gone or re-signed to a 3–year, $30 million contract, in which case he’ll be hitting cleanup. Do I really need to insert the Munch Scream image here?
Instead of succumbing to the dark Scandinavian existential void this winter, the Giants need to move in the fences. The quirky dimensions of Mays Field were a wonderful selling point when it opened, and with Bonds cranking balls over the brick monster or into the bleachers by the 421’ sign, all was well. But now it’s a serious problem.

(Courtesy of
Clem’s Baseball Home. Clem’s the man. Make his site your #1 resource for stadia dimensions.)
I don’t want drastic alterations, just a nip and tuck. First, see that triangular notch in left-center? That’s 404 feet from home plate. That’s crazy. Smooth the wall into a gradual curve right there. In right-center, do the same, and you get something that looks more like this:
The Giants could add a few more seats, hitters would feel a bit less frustrated, and pitchers, well, pitchers would grumble a bit, but that’s the beauty of having most of their staff under control for years to come. If you don’t like it, how about a trade to Coors Field, pal?
The new fence-line in right-center would look awkward against the majestic rise of
faux brique, but architects are smart people. They can clean it up without any Mt.-Davis-like aesthetic debacle.
P-Mags, Larry Hairy Scary Baer: get your pollsters polling immediately. Ask the top 50 power hitters in the majors if their opinions of Mays Field would change if the team made these alterations. Remember: It’s not tampering, it’s market research. ‘Cause if you don’t do something, anything to make this yard more amenable to home runs, you better hope Brian Sabean can corner the world market on pitching, speed and defense. Or just go-go out and re-sign the 1959 Chicago White Sox.
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SMALL PRINT UPDATE: After a stint at Giants Cove, Paul Rice has resurrected Give ‘Em Some Stankeye. Get some of that stankonya.
Speaking of Scandinavia, I'm off for Sweden tomorrow. If you did not know, Sweden actually has a "pro" baseball league. I guess I should scout some games there. Maybe we can get an unknown power hitter from Sweden who can crush balls over that crazy 404 ft. mark at Mays Field. Ironically, 404 is the error code in the web server land as "Not Found". Home runs over the 404 mark? Not found.