Series Preview: Here Come the Padres
The end of the All-Star break marks the beginning of yet another series against the Padres, this time in the evil hellbox that is Petco Park. Even in a season where the Friars are languishing in the basement, I still get a horrible feeling whenever we face this team. Even after vanquishing them at the end of last season, the memories of countless bloops, doinks, ducksnorts, and whatever manner of Dr. Seussian nouns you could think of are all too real.
But then I think of Chris Denorfia diving fruitlessly after Aubrey Huff’s RBI double and I become happy again. I remember Jonathan Sanchez tripling off of Mat Latos, the man who of too few T’s in his first name. I recall in my mind the celebration that ensued after Brian Wilson saved the final game of the regular season. Things like this help me sleep at night when I remember that we have to play the Padres 476,238,910,389,134 times a season.
Things to dread
They’re the Padres. If you’re not at least a little nervous about the Giants being down 1-0 going into the 7th inning and then having to face Luke Gregerson, Mike Adams, Heath Bell, Greg Lukerson, Blaine Chazzington, Chaz Blainerson and any other reliever with a wicked slider and a frat boy’s name, then you haven’t been around for long. Past that, I’d say the only thing to fear is fear itself. And David Eckstein, because he hits walkoff homers. Lucky for us though, Eckstein has gone back to the Shire, so instead direct your terror towards the scrappiness of every other hitter in the Padres lineup.
Things to rejoice in
Adrian Gonzalez is in Boston for the rest of forever. Seriously, he’s not coming back. More importantly though, we’re done playing against Scott Hairston this season.
Miguel Tejada has two homers in his last twelve games. Maybe it’s just me, but I have zero memory of either of those home runs. Maybe it’s my brain doing it’s utmost to block out Tejada’s successes, but it’s very Twilight Zone-esque if you ask me.
I’m done predicting the outcome of Giants/Padres series ever since I insisted that the season wouldn’t come down to the final day last year. What I can do though is tentatively guarantee you very few runs, bloop doubles, anger, betrayal, and fun for the whole family, also known around these parts as “The Usual.”