Greetings Giants fans.  Some of you may know me from my previous blog, Giants Cove.  I was there from 2003 up until recently, and enjoyed my time there completely.  Now, I’m running my own show over here at Croix De Candlestick, sharing my Giants-related misery with the world once again.

This offseason promises to be filled with a lot of…something.  At this point there a few directions we could go in.  The first one is the option I fear most, and that’s the one where Brian Sabean and Bruce Bochy are completely convinced that everything is fine and that nothing needs to change.  Sure, give Eugenio Velez and Andres Torres starting jobs.  Re-sign Bengie Molina and his league-worst OBP.  Go ahead and relegate the most promising hitting prospect this side of Chili Davis to the bench while Molina swings at another ball in the dirt from the on-deck circle.

Maybe I’m panicking needlessly.  It’s completely possible that we’ll sign Matt Holliday and insert him into the middle of our lineup alongside Pablo Sandoval.  Buster Posey might actually get more than 10 pinch-hit at-bats to prove his worth and Madison Bumgarner will regain his recently lost velocity and become our 5th starter.  Wouldn’t all that just be peachy?

For the time being, we can only count the days until the World Series ends so that the rosterbation can officially begin.  We can construct our imaginary trades where the Giants land a real catcher like A.J. Pierzynski for some reliever and a couple of minor league pitchers.  We can know from experience that there’s absolutely no way a deal like that can go wrong.  And if it did go wrong, we could probably trust that the General Manager who screws up that trade will be let go.