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I happened to notice, the other day, an old note of mine from January 2010, when I was feeling Despondent about my Giants. Specifically I was despondent about the signing of Bengie Molina, but included in that was a general despondency about the team being in a good-but-not-good-enough period again: they aren’t a team that should be looking to Win It All this year, said I. And, of course, they did win it all in 2010 and again in 2012. Which is a lesson about taking anything YHB says seriously.

My guys are 29-25 right now, exactly a third of the way through the season (if my arithmetic is correct) and four games over .500. They’re a game and a half behind the D-Backs and a game ahead of the Rockies, and a wonderful six games ahead of the bad guys. I’d rather be in first, of course, but they are doing fine: a good April, a mediocre May. If they play like they did in April, they will win the division; if they play like they did in May… they might just win the division anyway. If they go back and forth—well, call it 87-75, and while it’s short of a Good Team, it’s solidly a Pretty Good Team. And as implied above, I have started to expect the team to do better than I expect them to do. So that’s all right.

Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,


I went to see how the A's were doing, and they're doing all right, and wait what are the Houston Astros doing in the AL West? When did *that* happen?

...huh, just this season apparently. Ok, so I'm not going crazy. :^)

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