Haven’t written much. Busiest time of the year, for me, and with the sun finally arriving, lots of catching up to do.
Nonetheless, something’s wrong with Lincecum. It could be the way he’s being handled, it could be that he hasn’t seen his Dad in too long, he’s sick, he’s hiding an injury, whatever. He’s lost, going through a month and a half long stretch of full counts, not missing bats, and struggling to get deep into games. Somebody needs to do something.
As for the Giants, they’ve been a .500 baseball team since their 6-1 start, and watching them get smoked by Jon Lester yesterday, (well, not exactly watching, but seeing highlights), they look like it’s already August. Huff and Uribe have been carrying the offense with virtually no help, while Sandoval (.226/.298/.345 .643 OPS in June) looks like maybe the league is a step ahead of him levitra generic ordering right now.
All in all, the Giants look more like pretenders than contenders right now, and without Lincecum dominating, it would appear their chances of improving without help would be quite slim.
UPDATE: And now they’re in last place, after a lost week of bad baseball, in which they lost two of three to the hapless Astros, two of three to the surging Red Sox, and the first two against the hated Dodgers, scoring less than three runs per game.
UPDATE, Part II: Oops. Forgot about the awful D’backs. Still, swept by the Dodgers, and well on our way to another dismal offensive performance.