(Note: The following is a guest contribution from Bro (aka my big brother Robert). He claims that his own computer isn't good enough to join our fun here at RMC, so I forced him to write something while he was visiting me. So lets give it up to my Bro...)
Besbol been Barry Barry good to me.
I will always love the grand game. As a Spaniard has bullfighting in his blood, as a Frenchman needs to performs sex with his mouth, I will always care about baseball.
(Here comes the but...) But I'm just not into thinking about The Giants at this time. ... So I will officially begin my mental baseball season right now.
It's no longer all about Barry. Or Zito.
So it's all about the child prodigy pitchers, Cain & Lincecum, and their potentials, vis a vis fulfillingness. Or something like that.
And whether A New Hope shall emerge, some young stud position player who exceeds expectations and becomes a Star. Wouldn't that be a unique thrill for us as longtime Giants fans.
You may recall one of my axioms, "Pitchers don't get to be great on the Giants."
It has a corollary, "The Giants farm system doesn't produce stars as position players", at least not ones that will ever actually play for the aforementioned Giants.
In other words I'm in 100% wait-and-see mode. We're hoping for things that don't usually happen, not to us. Or maybe we aren't even hoping for that, considering the ubiquitous current pessimism, completely justified of course.
Fuck Clemens, fuck Selig, fuck the Dodgers, AND the A's, fuck the DH, and the whole fuckin AL too.