At exactly 6:36 pm, many of us felt a shooting pain in our right leg. Douchebag Brad Aumus lined a 3-1 pitch off of The Enchanter. The ball deflected over for an out, but Tim's night was done. Four and a third innings, 76 pitches, 1 hit, 1 earned run, 7 strikeouts...shit, it was going to be yet another fine outing. I did not see it, but the description of Lincecum limping off on his own power was disturbing enough. We can all take solace in the fact that it is not Tim's arm....that's a big key. Hopefully, it will be a big bruise, maybe a missed turn, and then all will again be Timiliscious.
(Also, it makes me oh so very nervous every minute we are closer to the signing deadline...I was scared of Posey's demands from the start so I'm in a bit of a panic now. Of course that panic is so old news now, I can't hardly believe it...)