Thursday, May 18, 2006


The Best Kind of Sweep

They say that the best revenge is living well, and if that's the case, then the Giants certainly attained the best form of vengeance after their one-on-one with Russ Springer's vain attempt to be a big man for the kids. Instead of retaliating, as many folks would do, the Giants simply continued the slaughtering of the Astros' pitching staff that they had begun on Friday. Over the three-game series, the Giants scored an incredible 34 runs to Houston's five. Moribund offense, what?

To see the Houston fans cheer heartily like a bunch of Romans watching Christians being eaten by lions as Bonds was ducking Springer's pitches made me pretty sick. I can't in all honesty say that my reaction wouldn't have been the same if I were a fan of another team opposing Bonds, but good lord. Laughing with glee while a player dodges 95 mph projectiles hardly seems like healthy behavior. Seriously, screw you Astro fans. Hope you enjoyed that little spanking.

I must say, Pedro Feliz seems to be on a one-man assault on the Give 'Em Some Stankeye mantra that he sucks. Feliz has been hitting the crap out of the ball lately. I don't know if he's stopped swinging with his eyes closed or what, but whatever the hell it is, it's working. With the heroics in Houston and the vengeance-wreaking after the Bonds fiasco, the 'Stros probably found themselves with visions of Feliz as this guy...

Mike Matheny has also stepped it up a bit at the plate (though his .654 OPS simply merits a "terrible" rating as opposed to "Uwe Boll"), which means that at this point there is only one stooge diseasing the Giant lineup, as opposed to three.

The posts have been scarce, but I'm not dead, or even in a coma for that matter, just in the midst of a finals week/graduation muddle. I'll do my best to bring you bad commentary on the Bay Bridge series this weekend, hopefully with pointless You Tube links thrown in for the sake of annoyance. Speaking of which...

Okay John, you gotta have a comeback after your boy got his clock cleaned on Saturday. You just gotta...
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