Mets 7, Giants 3: Unlike the previous two games, the Giants managed to score runs today, but thanks only to the generosity of Mets’ pitcher John Maine, whose wildness — a wild pitch and two walks — led directly to all three scores.
Otherwise, the result could have mirrored Tuesday and Wednesday: zero runs, three hits. Yes, nine hits over three games is all the Giants mustered. Call it a team effort: The pitchers were either giving up home runs or too many walks, and the defense was shoddy. The lack of offense I can live with; that was expected to be a problem all year. But the walks and defense are painful.
The good news is Giants pitchers lead the majors in strikeouts, which means they can wriggle out of self-induced jams more often. It’s something to build on.
One point I forgot to make a couple days ago: Not only have the Giants have done well to give young players a look at the major-league level, but they’ve been aggressive promoting players more than one level, starting with Brian Bocock. Several others made the jump from single or double-A: Burriss, Romo, Matos, Holm, plus Denker, Bowker and Hinshaw barely cracked AAA before getting called up. The Giants could easily have used veteran minor-league filler (Leone, McClain, Palmer, Messenger, etc) to bide time and give the youngsters more seasoning. Borrrr-ing.
PLODAG: Randy Winn, with two walks and an opposite-field double.
The Upside: John Bowker, with two more hits. Other than his debut home runs in April, he hasn’t done anything spectacular. But little by little, he keeps getting better. Next step is more starts against lefties to see how he fares. Believe it or not, he’s only had 27 at-bats against LHP this year.
Question: What drives you most nuts? Barry Zito walking the bases loaded, Jack Taschner walking the first batter he faces, or Ray Durham swinging at a 2–0 pitch leading off the 7th inning in a tie game? Discuss.
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SMALL PRINT UPDATE: Now reading The Third Domain: The Untold Story of Archaea and the Future of Biotechnology, sometimes badly and breathlessly written yet a fascinating account of the microbes no one 30 years ago imagined could exist, such as the ones that thrive in boiling de-oxygenated water on the sea floor. If you’re an extremophilephile — and you know who you are — you’ll want to read this.
Belated welcome back...
I've been whining all day that I never expected a ton of offense or wins even, but the walks, shoddy defense and poor fundamentals are draining me of life and joy.
I try to remind myself that's what you get with the youngsters, but it ain't just them...
Aarrghh.