This season continues to be a test to all true Giants fans...a "torture," if you will. The culprit to blame for the 8-6 loss wasn't the anemic offense, which we have so often bemoaned. This time it was the rock-bottom performance of Tim Lincecum. His shortest outing of the year ( 4 innings, 89 pitches ) and worst : 8 hits ( including another HR ), 6 runs, 1 walk, 4 strikeouts. The scariest part was giving up four runs in the first inning...Flemm described it as shocking. Tim is a quality start machine (each of his six previous starts vs. Chi, for example) and to have him blow chow within minutes rattled me to the core.
According to the coolest customer in Giants fandom, Grant of McCovey Chronicles, my near panic is because I'm spoiled. His point is well taken. As the resident Freak-aholic, I regularly admit that following Tim is a sweet gig. That article was written before tonight's new low...I wonder if it's cool to panic yet? I'm sorry...anxiety comes naturally to me.
Nothing to worry about when it comes to Buster. The league has not figured him out and I'm not sure if you can. Doubles to each gap, four RBI's... the kid is having fun!