Yesterday I exhorted the Giants to get it going with the sticks and beat that pesky Livan Hernandez and sure enough they did! It was a bottom o'the lineup frenzy with Winn, Rowand, and Renteria accounting for 9 hits and 6 runs. (You know it had to be good because I actually used their names instead of the many witty, clever, and unflattering noms de saison I usually assign to them.)
Joe Martinez was sinkin' sinkers most craftily and dodgin' bullets most luckily and Ol' Boch took the big leap and sent Olympic Nate up there in the 6th to get The Big Hit and whaddya know he smoked one that coulda, shoulda, and woulda been a grand salami in a lotta yards. Two runs later we had a lead we would only pad for the rest of the night. I have to say that the bullpen made me a tad squeamish. We got big plays when we needed them, though, like Howry's K of Sheffield.
We got the crucial split in NYC. Tim goes tomorrow, and I predict he will get the elusive 13th win that's plagued our two big guns. Cincinnati is a .427 club--way worse than the Mets. We have to whup on their sorry asses if we want to stay in this damn race!!