No, not the Huey Lewis & The News variety*, but rather the awesome Gigantes throwdown that happened today at the Home Opener. Did you see what Cainer did today? Didja? It was one hit away from a Perfect Game. At the home opener. Wow. What that means is this: Matt Cain pitched a game just one toss shy of <perfect> meaning that, as a pitcher, your goal is to prevent any batter from reaching base. Strikeout, Groundout, Flyout, it's all good. And the truth is, as a pitcher, it's all about deceiving your opponent into thinking you're gonna throw the pitch you're not about to throw. And Cainer DEALT. What we mean is, he was basically unhittable. Which is exactly what you want from your $127mil pitcher, at his best. And he was at his best, just a hair's breadth short of legendary awesomeness, if not for the fact that the opposing pitcher (the other pitcher?! Really?!) got a lousy hit. One bad pitch. Fair enough. But the point here is that we all make mistakes. Sure, we dropped a tre to the D-Bags, but we all stumble out of the gate from time to time. What matters is how you pick yourself back up and move on. Cainer. MadBum. The Z-Man, for shucks sake. Timmy. A good friend of mine said that this lousy start is the universe giving us a karmic comeuppance for all those years of excellent pitching and terrible offense. And we responded with the gem of a verbal retort that Los Gigantes right now are like a guy with a head injury (and a nasty case of amnesia) that can't quite remember who he is, but he's slowly coming out of his foggy haze, and gradually remembering that he's a pitcher that OWNS and that his team behind him puts up just enough runs to summon a victory. Cus that's who we are. Torture. And let's not even start about the Rockies with their seventeen runs on twenty-two hits. Brutal. But at the end of the day, it was just a blip on the radar. Long story short, it's a long season and memories are unrelenting. And we feel like this is gonna be a good one. Really looking forward to this season. And, of course, looking forward to the rest of this weekend, for that matter. Goin on out to Willie Mays Field Tomorrow, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. And it will be awesome. Sweet Lord, we do love us some baseball. :-)
*great album, by the way. I mean, who doesn't want a new drug that makes you feel like you're in love? Perhaps there will be more to come in a future post about the sweet songs of Mr. Lewis. Perhaps. In the meantime, Arsenal has been kickin ass and takin names, and more on that in future posts as well. As one season winds down, the other ramps up....
*great album, by the way. I mean, who doesn't want a new drug that makes you feel like you're in love? Perhaps there will be more to come in a future post about the sweet songs of Mr. Lewis. Perhaps. In the meantime, Arsenal has been kickin ass and takin names, and more on that in future posts as well. As one season winds down, the other ramps up....