The San Diego Padres are our daddies. They totally own us. Say it. Say it out loud. How does that feel? Does it feel good? It feels sort of like your stomach when you have a case of food poisoning. Can you name the starting pitcher for the Padres from Monday when we were shut out (without looking)? Can you name today's starting pitcher? No and no. We beat this team 9 games out of 9 before the half, and have lost to them all 6 games since then. And it is not because they have gotten much better. Jesus fucking christ. Just when we finally, finally get some momentum, something positive from this utter shit-pile of a 2nd half, we come home to look just as bad as imaginable. Can we get shut out by nobody pitchers? Can we get a couple runs and then give them up with 2 strikes and 2 outs in the 9th inning? Can we repeat our offensive ineptitude with our ace on the mound? Yes, Yes and Yes.
Madison Bumgarner pitched. 106 times, to be exact, for 6 2/3 innings. He gave up 3 earned runs, walked 2 and struck out 5. So what? The Giants lost 3 - 1. Pence, Belt, Panik and Gillaspie, 1 hit. Each. Span, Pagan, Posey and Crawford, 0. Each and collectively. I am sick of these games where the announcers are talking about the Giants in the pennant race. They're hunting nothing. The Giants are aiming at their own feet and can't even hit those. I am sick of seeing minor leaguers put in games because the regulars are so irregular. If this team was somewhere about Rockiesville, that might be enjoyable. As it is, it only reminds me of very far from contention we are, regardless of what the standings say. If the doggers were anywhere near competent, this would not be any kind of a race at all. The Cardinals are the next team to be invited into our stadium to rip into our soft underbellies.