We got taken out behind the woodshed last night for an ol' fashioned whuppin'. You have to love the website, calling it a "tough" loss. Sorry, but Monday's game was a tough loss. This one was over in the 2nd inning. The harsh glare of last night's ugliness shined on some uncomfortable numbers for me this lovely morning: we've played 40 games since the Break and we are 20-20. We were playing .557 ball then at 49-39, and we were 7 games behind 1st place and atop the WC by 2 games. Now we are 69-59 (.539) and 7 games back of first, but 3 games behind the WC. The Crockies managed to insert themselves between us and the LAtriners, taking advantage their lackluster play since the Break. The Smoggers regrouped in time to take 2 of 3 in Denver to keep some distance, but their once sure-thing lead has become precarious. We have 34 games left, 19 at home, including 6 against Colorado with the first 3-game set starting tonight. It doesn't take a genius to see that we have to put together a winnning run if we expect to be in the playoffs. I remember--mere months ago--laughing out loud at the notion of the 2009 Giants being a playoff team. And, unfortunately, our recent play has prompted a renewed skepticism about our chances. This team just does not hit well enough. With 514 runs scored we are keeping company with also-rans like Pittsburgh (513), Cincinnati (500), and San Diego (494). Our very impressive 488 runs allowed is actually second to LA's 486, but they complement that with 616 runs scored.
So--has the magic finally worn off? Is the luck we've enjoyed this season about to run out? Will the dog-eat-dog pennant-race climate of the season's dog days finally expose us as pretenders? Or do will still have that bottomless reservoir of pluck, grit, gamerosity, and clutchness? That full tank of intangibles? I'll tell you one thing, Tim Lincecum is the best pitcher in the universe, and if ever we needed him to remind the world of that, it is tonight.
Keep us in the race, bhoyo, and maybe the lads'll get some hits for ye.