For eight and a half innings on Friday night, the San Francisco Giants played some of their very worst baseball. It was frustrating. Infuriating. A waste of a perfectly good Friday night.
And I’m not gonna talk about it.
Oh I had my plans, mind you. I had visions of walking you through LaMonte Wade Jr. trying to field a slow roller up the first base line that he should have left for Alex Wood, only for Wood to field it and run into a concrete wall of a teammate in a futile attempt at a tag.