It was damn close to being Return of the Son of the Vortex of Suckitude, but Matt Cain channeled his inner Jack Morris and the Giants prevailed. The Man Who Would Be HOF'd never roped a single up the middle for a two-out RBI, I reckon, but he is Veteran Savvy Clutchness personified, and that's what Matty had going tonight. Grit. Fortitude. The Will to Win. After three big, fat, BP cheese-puffs got blasted out to fucking Wyoming, VSC was the only thing to shoot for. What's with all the long balls? Those were straight up bad pitches! Buster would set up inside and the pitch would float outside and into the hit-me zone. Other than those two innings, Cain did a decent impersonation of himself. Final line: 6-1/3 IP, 8 H, 6 R, 2 BB, 6 SO, Game Score 37. Jeremy Affeldt delivered a six-up, six-down relief stint to secure the pitcher-win for Matty. Still think pitcher-wins are meaningful? Not that the baseball gods don't owe our lad a few.
The 2013 Giants are flashing some bat these days. They are 3rd in the NL in OPS and 4th in runs scored, but they have also given up the third-most runs, trailing only the Mets (15-23) and the Brewers (16-23). The first five games Matt Cain started this season ended in losses for the team. They next four ended in wins. I like wins, I don't care who gets the credit, but Brandon Crawford certainly deserves some for his clutch hitting. And did you see the barehanded grab he made in the 6th? Wow. That guy has some serious moves, and a cannon for an arm.