So here I was looking forward to yesterday, playing the worst team in the division, having a nice, no tension slaughter as a change of pace, arrogantly posting a “piece of cake” image to commemorate the upcoming occasion.
Well it was certainly a slaughter, and there was very little tension, and it was definitely a piece of cake. But all the wrong direction! 13-1 D-Backs! OUCH! Just…OUCH! Did that really happen?
We haven’t such a one sided defeat (or victory for that matter) all season, and then we play the D-Backs and give up six homers! (Which we haven’t done since 1996 against the Cubs. I wasn’t there, but I read things.) Were we pitching the right direction?
Everyone is blaming Wellemeyer’s inexperience, especially with away games, and yeah, he gave up half of the D-Backs HRs, but Medders and Bautista gave up three between the two of them as well, so what’s their excuse? Did the Padres break something in us? Are we tired?
Man, we started off so good this year and it seems like everything is a struggle. The evil Padres beat the evil Dodgers, so at least we’re still maintaining second place. But we’re 39 games in, only a quarter of a season complete, and I can’t take it anymore. Every game makes me hold my breath, to where I don’t even bother breathing anymore. I have aged 80 years since April.
But hey, there’s plenty more season to go. Plenty more chances to get our act together. And even if we don’t, it’s not about winning, it’s about having fun, (especially if you’re not winning). So let’s all just breath. Relax. Take a Jesus Christ Superstar time out.
Aaaah…much better! Lincecum tonight, let’s return the favor!