Hell, even tonight they looked like they were going to win one of their patented late-inning-come-from-behind-walk-off games.
What a difference a couple of innings makes.
A sacrifice fly, an on target laser beam of a throw from Nate Scheirholtz, and a collision at the plate later, the Giants clubhouse, to quote Andrew Baggerly, was "a funeral".
That's baseball for you. That's what happens when your best offensive player is a catcher. You think that nothing can go wrong and then all of the sudden it does.
Not much else to write about. I was all excited that finals are over and then I could devote more time to this blog, which I will by the way, things looked great and then BOOM. Giants lose, Posey's hurt.
Day game tomorrow. Let's win one for Buster!