My dad used to say stuff like "work is the curse of the drinking class." Naturally I though it was stupid when I was a kid, but I think about it every time the Giants play during my work hours. Today work seriously interfered with my ability to "enjoy" the game. Just as well. No Cinco de Mayo celebration for Los Gigantes. The Mets got a big hit from Carlos Beltran and managed to avoid a sweep. Jonathan Sanchez was his usual mysterious self. He walked six, struck out six, and had an RBI single. Hey, he's a package deal. You get a whole load of mysterious when you send Sanchez out there. He could strike out 11 and give up two hits and mesmerize the opposition. Or he could be mesmerized by his own inability to get a ball in the strike zone. You just never know. I say trade him for Jose Reyes. OK, never mind, don't trade him. I'm thinking about that no-hitter he threw once.
The Giants are hurting yet managed a .500 road trip. That's a moral victory. It's not fun seeing a 15-16 record, and it's not fun watching Buster Posey look lifeless at the plate. Is it me or is the poor guy getting the bejeezus beat out of him back there? He takes a goddamn pounding--foul balls, bats, pitches--and it worries me. The Giants cannot afford to have Buster go down or go into a protracted slump because he's all beat up from catching. He needs off days like today and few shots at first to keep him healthy and able to catch the bulk of the games.
Brandon Belt is playing the outfield in Fresno (mostly left). He's only played first base once in the 11 games he's been there. What's that tell you?