In keeping with this age-old tradition, we are wasting no time in expressing our bafflement with just how bad the San Francisco Giants have the opportunity to be this season.
Sure, I, like so many other fans, had heard that without the services of Barry Bonds the Giants would likely be worse than last year’s 71-91 fifth place NL West finish. But one fact from yesterday’s opener drove it home for this fan: Bengie Molina hits clean up for this team. I almost had to repeat it to myself. Bengie freaking Molina is the Giants cleanup hitter.
Now, no offense to Bengie or any of his 17 MLB-catching brothers, but B-Mol’s career has been more defined by his Gold Glove than a mighty bat. Sure, a lifetime .275 batting average is nothing to sneeze at, but the power numbers don’t exactly fall in line with a feared #4 hitter on an opening day Major League Roster.
Well, at least the Giants can look on the bright side. Their $126M man on the hill
gave up eight hits and four runs in five innings to up his career opening day record to 0-4 with an ERA over nine runs/game. Now if that doesn’t say big-time pressure pitcher, I don’t know what does.
So, OK, there has to be a bright spot. How ’bout the bullpen?! I bet the Giants have a lights-out closer. Now, let me check the roster here…wait a second. Is it bad when a somewhat serious baseball fan looks at a list of pitchers on an MLB roster and can honestly say they have no f-in idea who the closer is? This is a rhetorical question.
Enough SF Giants-bashing for today. We’re sure there will be ample opportunity down the line. And, by the way, if you were wondering the Giants closer is Brian Wilson. But of course…
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