The Grand Grey One

So the Giants pound 40 hits and score 21 runs in a series they should have swept against the Astros in Dinky Dink Park. They even came back from three runs down today to do it, getting a grand slam from the grey one, Eli Whiteside. Freddy Sanchez had another couple hits; Mr. Garko looks more comfortable at the plate, and the indubitable Panda cranked out a routine three knocks before they gave up and plugged him. The team comes back to face the fading Reds Friday night at PacBell with the Freak on the mound. Can you smell momentum, or is that the effluvium of my uncommonly foul flatulence?

The air was certainly spoiled Monday night, when the G-failure to get the big hit left Matt Cain in a position to lose, which he did, punctuated by an impotent Molina grounder with Pablo in scoring position to end it. It was clearly a game they should have won, and rising fan expectations lead to greater anger after ugly losses like this, leading to half-drunk muttering and late-night raids on the cold chicken.

But the Giants didn't fold, coming right back last night to rough up a rookie pitch in a laugher. Falling behind 3-0 today behind their own rookie starter, the crumble seemed inevitable. Except it didn't happen, as the lineup looked improved with professional hitters replacing embarrassing not-ready-for-primetime whiffers. Whiteside's blast aside, the team still has no power, but at least now you're not certain that Spots 4, 6 & 7 will hack at slop nightly. After a horrible game Monday, Aaron Roward smacked the ball around for two days. Velez continues to spray shots across the field. If they could just keep Molina off the field, I might feel something like, gulp, hope.