We’ve waited through a warm winter, soaking in the news of the new Cubs, Padres and Dodgers.
We’ve watched free agents go to other teams, a few opting to stay away from the 3x World Champions.
Now, we’ll see the fruits of every front office maneuver, the handiwork of “Dream Team” front offices and fantasize about foot long hotdogs and jalapeno cheese gut busting fries.
Then we’ll sit back and watch our boys, the San Francisco Giants. It’s the same as it has been for the last six years or so, minus the blockbuster bank breaking Aaron Rowand type signings. Our front office made a few moves and we lost our beloved Panda who, during Spring Training, made us realize that the piles of food that went into his mouth would make its exit as a giant, loudmouthed and unclassy belch. So long, Pablo. We wanted to keep our great memories of you. You could have been like Juan Uribe, who still gets cheers despite wearing the Dodger blue. Now we’ll just ship you off into obscure Brett Butlerville.
Meanwhile, we have a season to enjoy. This is an off year, whatever that means.
Welcome to JDR, and get your fingers ready, set go…