I'm not going to recap the game. You can do that here. Suffice to say Barry Zito gave the lads a fair chance in the first few frames, but they could get nothing going against Juan Nicasio. Alas, it all fell apart and the Colorado Rockies won their third in a row against the slumping Giants. What does one do on days like this when the team plays like puke? Why bar-be-cue a fabulous roast! Local beef, grass-fed, organic, it's mouth-wateringly good, me buckos, and I slow-roasted it, sitting on the patio in the soft spring sun, and listening to the soothing tones of Flemm and Miller as they put as positive a spin on the down-spiral as they could. You, Gee, 'ell, Why, they ain't got no alibi, this team is u-ug-LEE right now. Seriously. I mean ugly, man, really ugly. But a momma still loves an ugly baby, don't she? And tells everyone it's the cutest goddamn critter she ever seen, ain't it so, lads? Why, 'course it is, otherwise parents would have killed off their offspring the first chance they got, wouldn't they? And all of us ugly muthafuckahs wouldn't have made it past our first birthdays, now would we? So take some comfort in that, eh? I mean, we are here, they are there, and the darkest hours are just before daylight, you know what I'm saying?
The mighty Washington Nationals, fresh off a 13-4 thumping at the hands of the San Diego Padres, bring their 23-21 record and -17 run differential to AT&T Park tomorrow. It's at home, fer chrissakes, so I like the Giants chances.