Somebody toss a Paloma or a M-80 into Sabean’s cave, make sure he awakens in time to get to Fan Fest, where he’ll likely see a park full of puzzled, but respectful, looking fans. The return of Cain and Pagan = two major off-season moves? Hudson’s ankle’ll be ok? In any event, I find it difficult to whine or complain about the Giants these days.
Maybe this is what it’s like to be a Giants fan in 2015. Great writer Robert Stone, who died a week ago, told this story on NPR. I heard it rebroadcast the other night while I drove home. During his days with Ken Kesey’s Merry Pranksters, Stone (like everyone else) had to endure huge surprise doses of LSD that Neal Cassady slipped into food and drink. Stone thought Cassady was committing “acts of violence,” because acid is strong stuff. You never know how an individual may react. Stone gave as an example a time when he knowingly dropped acid. He said that he peaked for a very long time. He finally got to sleep after collapsing from sheer exhaustion. When he woke, his lower jaw hurt like hell. Afraid that he’d somehow seriously injured himself while he’d been tripping, he ran to a mirror. He flexed his jaw and so forth, inspected everything inside and out, and finally realized what had happened. He had spent 12 hours smiling.
So that’s sort of where we are, isn’t it? Personally, I spent many weeks smiling about the Giants’ triumph and now, waking from hibernation, I find my jaw hurts. No big deal. It may take me a while to get used to the new lineup being the old lineup, with a guy from Santa Cruz playing 3B. But it’ll be fine. At least I’ll have baseball games on the radio while I drive home from work.
PS–just after I wrote the above, the Giants picked up Nori Aoki to play LF. I like that move, right now anyway.