Get a #%##$^ Bat!

Short post tonight because there's very little to say that hasn't already been said. It was a win, the Giants are one game back, and I'm just sick about it.

Numbers on Zito, who despite the long balls was brilliant. He'll get bagged on for giving up two round-trippers but I'm not going there. I care only about the total, and Zito's line was more than acceptable: 7IP, 2ER, 4H, 10K, 2BB. Yet again he left the game trailing. Why? Because this offense blows.

In 11 innings the offensive juggernaut known as the San Francisco Giants managed just four hits. Granted, that is four more than the '27 Yankees could have done against Hanson tonight, but keep in mind that they'd be playing with a handicap -- they're all dead.

Which is a good description of the Giants offense. They earned exactly one of their three runs tonight. Innings 2-8 should have been recorded for insomniacs who don't respond to medication. The tying run was plated thanks to a hit battter and two errors, the game-winner on two walks and a sacrifice fly. Pathetic.

The Giants can't continue like this. They just spent five weeks fattening up on the weak and wounded like hungry lions who stumbled upon a herd of diseased wildebeasts. Easy pickins. Had they been forced to chase healthy gazelles, they'd have already starved.

Nothing more to say. They rely to much on their arms. Smoke and mirrors can't get it done over the long haul. Pitching is doing the job, and they Giants are wasting the opportunity by fielding this shell of a team behind it.

Like I said, it makes me sick. I won't watch the highlights. I'll stare at the standings, think about Christmas, and try not to throw up.

Pass the Pepto Bismol.