Padres 3, Giants 2: Must...keep...head...from...exploding. Brian Wilson just handed the Padres a win on a platter. After a soft infield single, he lost all control in the bottom of the ninth against the squishy underbelly of the Padres' lineup, eventually hitting David Eckstein with the bases loaded to force in the tying run, then -- of course -- leaving it up to Giant-killer Scott Hairston, who promptly lined a hit to win the game.
After the Mets' series I cut Wilson some slack. After tonight, the slack is gone. The Giants scratched out a run against the nastiest relief pitcher in the world, and Wilson vomited the lead right back up, and then some. I'm a patient man, so I'm not calling for immediate changes, but after another game or two like this, the Giants should remind Wilson that Jeremy Affeldt is well suited to be a closer. This, my friends, was inexcusable.
One other note: Jesus Guzman had an entirely forgettable major league debut, coming up twice with runners in scoring position and only one out and contributing a double-play grounder, a strikeout, and not a single much-needed RBI. According to the broadcasters, he also mangled a couple plays on defense. Like I said, I'm a patient man.
