tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-155546862011-11-18T08:36:09.516-08:00Now famously inactive, <i>EEEEEE!</i> (at <a href="http://EEEEEEgp.com">EEEEEEgp.com</a>) will always be chock-full of past articles and season notes. We welcome you now to a long-sought-after blog for annoyed (or any other kind of) San Francisco Giants fans.Gregg Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15119422869380708317noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15554686.post-71446106087877188552010-12-18T13:51:00.000-08:002010-12-18T13:51:06.890-08:00

My new material, such as it is, can now be found at my Ruin Your Eyes website. Occasional announcements and other stuff will show up on the companion blog.

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Happily, we’ve come to the end of the Giants’ Annual Post-All-Star-Game Nightmare Road Trip. They probably were lucky to go 3-7, because for the most part, they stank. There was even a sort of “Uh-oh” feeling in the first radio and TV broadcasts after the break, as if the announcers were trying not to say, “Here it comes. Again.”You might be surprised that in the Giants’ 52-year history in San

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Boy, I sure am glad I rushed home to make sure not to miss Tim Lincecum’s first pitch in the first inning of his first All-Star Game. Well, his first pitch was fine—better than the Barak Obama’s, anyway—but not a lot of the subsequent ones were, at least in the first. Because he hates me, Ichiro Suzuki naturally led off with a two-strike single. And then Lincecum bounced a change-up off of Derek

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It could happen! Really! Know why? Because within the last several months:A Giant has won a Cy Young AwardA Giant has pitched a no-hit, no-run gameI got a jobIt’s as if three of the Four Horsemen have already appeared, and we’re just waiting for Famine to show up—that’d be “Famine,” as in what Giants fans in general have gone through since 1954, and what San Francisco Giants fans in particular

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I am not a soccer fan. It wasn’t part of my home life growing up. When they had us playing it in school, I wasn’t good at it. It’s not the Giants. I only ever saw it on TV when KTEH in San Jose would show prerecorded matches from England, featuring Mario Machado at the mike. When I watched this, it was because Monty Python or something was going to be on next. I remember no teams or players,

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Among my newsfeeds are Henry Schulman’s Giants blog and the Giants section from the Chronicle, the Mercury’s Andrew Baggarly’s Giants blog, and ESPN.com’s baseball page—which rarely tells me anything interesting.Last night Tim Lincecum—who, I should emphasize, won the National League Cy Young Award in 2008—pitched eight innings of a 4-0 win over the Braves. This is what the ESPN newsfeed had to

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Lincecum. Cain. Sandoval. Those are the only players on the Giants’ 25-man roster whom I insist that they keep, and as much as I like him, I’m not entirely positive about Sandoval. But what do we hear today? Brian Sabean’s after somebody who can freakin’ hit. Well, that’s good, but the other part is that supposedly he’s shopping Cain. Well, heck, it could be worse: it could be Lincecum.Part of

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As threatened, and with little better to do, I ran an Out Of the Park Baseball simulation wherein I took the reins of a team that batted its pitcher eighth all year. That is, I ran one fictional, eight-team league, in which the pitcher batted eighth for my team, the Steamers. (The game came up with that name randomly. Since “steamer” has acquired a rude and widespread connotation, and is

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In case you failed to read the comments on my last couple of pieces about relievers, saves, and pitching staff size (in which case: shame on you), EEEEEE! staffer (I refuse to say “former”) David Malbuff responded to (not “former” either) EEEEEE! staffer David Beck’s comment about “Why not have 14-man staffs, all relievers?” David M. says, “I’m on the other side of this one. (Yes, I still exist.)

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Not that it matters all that much, but Brian Wilson had to finish off the eighth inning in a moderate pressure situation. In the ideal world described in my last post—okay, I didn’t call it an ideal world, because in an ideal world, the San Francisco Giants would have won at least one World Series by now—Wilson would have hit the showers with his teammates’ thanks and the knowledge of a job well

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When Matt Cain left today’s game with a 4-1 lead, broadcasters Mike Krukow and Duane Kuiper were aglow about how, for a change, this year’s “theme” was, “Score Runs for Cain.” The Giants had a number of opportunities to score more than four, but they went into the ninth with that three-run lead, which Brian Wilson coughed up in a heartbeat, leading to extra innings. At this point, hey, the Giants

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Randy Johnson’s career numbers in Dodger Stadium were something like 17-0 with a 0.13 ERA, so it goes without saying that he’d get doused in an accelerant and lit up today. The man looks completely lost out there—well, not anymore, as he’s now leaving the game with two out in the fourth. Yet again, the Giants go after a significant player—about 10 years too late. (I’m thinking here of guys like

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Know what bothers me?Bengie Molina’s astounding lack of speed and the fact that lots of pitches seem to get by him. No, I’m not all snitty because he won’t be stealing any bases.Geez, Pablo Sandoval will swing at anything, won’t he?Brian Wilson, Bobby Howry, Joe Martinez, and Brandon Medders, and Merkin Valdez. Jeremy Affeldt and Alex Hinshaw. That’s five righthanded relievers and two lefties. I

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I hate when work gets in the way of the ballgame, especially on Opening Day or something of even more importance.Perhaps I should clarify: No, I’m not working yet, but I’m trying to be, with many of today’s hours being devoted to finding a job. By the time I realized that the game would be on (assuming it wasn’t rained out, as had been feared), it was 2 o’clock, and Tim Lincecum had just finished

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by Cudgy PreepEditor’s note: Once again, Cudgy Preep steps into the breech (which makes a nauseating squishy sound), donning the mantle of your humble Almost EEEEEE! correspondent—a mantle trimmed with ermine and hand-stitched using silk thread soaked in the tears of Giants fans who are still pissed off about the 2002 World Series. Preep, whose real name also isn’t Bat Fastard, often gets a lot

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The Tampa Bay Rays did not win the 2008 World Series. Now we won’t have to worry for 11 months about some upstart claiming a ring before the Giants. Let me be the first to say: Hurrah.Tonight my friend Steven Rubio posted a blog article, titled “51 Years and Counting,” that echoes what I’ve been saying for years. I’d have to look through my three billion pages of EEEEEE! archives to see if I

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If you’ve spent any time talking baseball with me or reading my stuff, you know that one of my tiny little pet peeves is the fact that the San Francisco Giants have staunchly refused to win even a single World Series in the entire 50 years of their existence. Now, yes, I too am aware that they spent lots of years in New York, where they won a handful of World Championships, but that’s the New

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The Giants stink. This is not news, as you know, but it needs to be said. They are, however, entertaining at times—those times, for the most part, being after July 31—which is saying something. Tim Lincecum, Bengie Molina, Omar Vizquel, Eugenio Velez, Aaron Rowand, Brian Wilson—they’re all interesting to watch, though not always for good reasons, but that makes them no less entertaining. That’s

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Watch a ballgame every day, and you’ll see something you haven’t seen before. You’ve heard that hundreds of times, and you’ve never believed it. But if you limited your sample size to games number 160 and 161 of the 2008 season for the Giants and Dodgers, you’ve become a believer. I have, anyway, because stuff happened in each game that I’d never seen before, and I’m really glad to have had the

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Read Dave Zirin’s latest column about Barry Bonds. I order you. Zirin’s written a lot about Bonds, and he isn’t what I would call a staunch defender of Bonds so much as a staunch defender of the notion that the knee-jerk vilification of the guy is moronic.Essentially, Zirin makes the point that Bonds isn’t on a team right now due to collusion on the part of club owners—in other words, he’s being

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Remember the 1996 Giants? Of course not—you’re not an idiot. You took all necessary and judicious steps to wipe them from your mind. I, on the other hand, remember them—or, at least, whenever I feel a queasy kind of heartburn, I think of them. But you know what? With the 1996 Giants, at least there was some hope that somehow they could pull out of their yearlong swan-dive.There was! The team had

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This blog sprang to life late in the 2006 season. My website, EEEEEE!, mostly had been collecting dust since the 2002 World Series, and I wanted to get myself back into the habit of writing about the Giants several times a week. Those of you who have stuck with EEEEEE! (or even this blog) from the beginning know that hasn’t happened. I’m a little disappointed with myself, but I’m not rending any

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As of today, August 7, 2007, the all-time home run champion for a career is Barry Bonds. Not:Hank AaronBabe Ruth“Barry Bonds *”It is Barry Bonds of the San Francisco Giants.To restate: The person who has hit the most home runs in a major league baseball career is Barry Bonds. I should also point out that the person who has hit the most home runs in a major league baseball season is Barry Bonds.I

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Okay, we all know that the whole Major League Baseball All-Star Extravaganza is awfully silly these days, what with the Fox Network and its football-style coverage, the endless hype, ballplayers as animated by The Simpsons animators, and the completely unnecessary pomp and grandeur normally associated with presidential coronations or a Super Bowl. But there I was, living with it, having turned on

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With Steven Rubio’s kind permission, I’m reproducing two of his recent blog entries at http://begonias.typepad.com/srubio/, partly because his stuff’s always dead on and insightful, but also because I responded at length—as is my wont, poor creature—rather than just putting it all on this blog, which might have made more sense.We begin with “giants at the break”:Might as well spend a bit of time

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We haven’t heard the how or the why yet: just the who, what, and where:Rod Beck.Died.In his Arizona home.Wow.He was 38 and had young kids. What a horrible, appalling loss for his family. My thoughts go out to them, and to anybody to whom he was important.For years, Beck has been the closer on my all-time favorite Giants team. How could one not like the guy? He was more like the fans than any

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The “blecchh”-style noise hasn’t been invented yet that can accurately and fully encapsulate the horror that is the 2007 San Francisco Giants. Remember way back when the Giants’ biggest worry was whether Barry Bonds would bat third or fourth? I sure miss those halcyon days, don’t you? Back then the Giants had a double-play combination that was solid on offense and defense; a starting rotation

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It actually feels sort of odd to report the facts of last night’s game, because anybody reading this will know about it (except maybe if they read it way in the future), but while I can call the Giants’ loss neither quintessential nor typical, it is, never the less, somehow so Giantsesque that I must detail it, or at least parts of it, here. Mostly I’m going to draw on details and one-liners from

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by Cudgy PreepCudgy Preep is the new pseudonym for Bat Fastard, who discovered during a Google search that there are about 4,000 links for “Bat Fastard,” none of them relevant to him, EEEEEE!, or Almost EEEEEE! Searches on “Cudgy Preep,” however, turn up empty, which makes Cudgy—i.e., Bat—feel a lot better, albeit still generally grumpy.Look at this team. Do you like it? I mean, if you weren’t a

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The Giants right now are 27-30, so I missed the one-third cutoff by three games. That’s your fault, so let’s just stop dwelling on it, shall we?Frankly, 27-30 is better than I thought they were going to be, though at the beginning of the year I really had no idea how bad the offense would be. I didn’t expect the starting pitching to be quite as good as it is, either—not that we’re talking about

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Unless it turns out to be even more of a disaster than Tuesday’s game, I’ve decided to take sole credit for last night’s trade of Armando Benitez, assuming that the decision was based on my previous blog entry. In his blog, Steven Rubio calls attention to Brian Sabean leaving “no doubt he was unhappy that he was forced by public opinion to consummate a trade that leaves the Giants with no

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Here’s a recipe for losing a ballgame that includes one nutbag umpire and one emotionally fragile pitcher:Take a one-run lead into the twelfth inning.Dispense one base on balls to the leadoff hitter.Add one balk call for no discernible reason.Broach one sacrifice bunt.Induce one ground-ball-hold-the-runner surprise.Infuse another balk.Lose composure entirely.Cough up game-winning dinger.This was

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Posted today, mostly written yesterday:Mike Krukow said before tonight’s game that he expected Tim Lincecum either to get rocked in the first inning of his major league debut or to strike out the side on nine pitches. Therefore, when Phillies leadoff hitter Jimmy Rollins took an 0-1 pitch for a ball, I knew that meant it was time to go “Uh-oh.” Rollins ended up nudging a slow ground ball up the

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Earnest Ragging at least affords a chuckle most of the time. If you don’t know what that means, and feel compelled to learn in depth, visit “EEEEEE!”—I mention it in nearly 40 articles on the site. In short, Earnest Ragging is the thing that happens when a ballplayer does something positive (for his club, that is) right after you’ve finished ripping him. The purpose of Earnest Ragging is for real

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I suppose it’s wrong for me not to have commented on the Giants’ current eight-game winning streak, during which they’ve swept the Cardinals and Diamondbacks at home, then the Dodgers in Los Angeles. Ask me if this upsets me any.Some of this has to do with the fact that people haven’t been getting hits against Matt Cain, and Barry Zito has looked good lately. Almost every Giants batter has

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I’ve just injected several cubic centimeters of performance-enhancing substances into my tummy. Here we go. Let’s see what happens: 0:05:00: nothing much. 0:10:00: nothing much. 0:15:00: nothing much. 0:20:00: nothing much, but I’m going to baseball-reference.com and looking up “Gregg Pearlman” just in case. 0:30:00: would’ve checked at the 25-minute mark, but had to go to the bathroom, then

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You know, as a Giants fan, that when Trevor Hoffman enters the game with a lead in the ninth, it’s all over, right? That’s how it’s supposed to be (if you’re a Padres fan, and if you are, shame on you). A closer should bury the opposition.Now let’s go back to September 24, 1993. Hoffman wasn’t quite the closer yet, but obviously he was a force—a force that threw really hard. Robby Thompson found

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Do you pity Jeff Kent? Does it bother you that the fans at SBC Park boo him every time he steps to the plate? Do you buy the lie that the boos are mainly about respect? If so, why?I’d heard in the past that the booing bothers Kent, that he can’t believe the fickleness of Giants fans who cheered him so lustily for six years and now jeer him despite his excellent performance over those six years. “

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Well, hey, you can’t say that Pedro Feliz makes a painfully foolish play in every game, because he sat out yesterday’s. Tonight, though… well, let’s set the scene: scoreless tie, nobody out in the fifth. Jason Kemp topped a little dinker toward the mound and sprinted toward first base, well inside the baseline (and thus outside the three-foot-wide lane he’s supposed to be running in, but hey,

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If you expect nothing, it’s impossible to be disappointed. That’s a huge lie, of course. For San Francisco Giants fans, disappointment is not merely just around the corner, it lurks in every corner. Even so, it’s hard to beat one’s breast too much over yesterday’s season opener. Indeed, how far off was it from reasonable expectations? Viz:Barry Zito pitched okay. He had five innings to dazzle the

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During yet another unwanted viewing of a new Round Table Pizza commercial in which a “rival” pizza manufacturer is portrayed as foolish, outdated, and uncool for using “gimmicks” such as a guy in a talking cupcake costume, my son said, “Um… aren’t these the people who used to use puppets?” Indeed they are. And indeed the puppets were among the world’s most annoying. And yet, here’s Round Table

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by Bat Fastard(I haven’t read this, but Bat assures me that it's up to “Almost EEEEEE!” standards, which, frankly, gives me chills and a pain in the lower intestines.—GP)So there I am, perfectly happy, eating horseradish cheese by the brick and watching episode after episode of some crime drama on DVD ’cause I got a big crush on the blonde detective, and my computer screams at me, “You’ve got

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Seldom does a sprinter dive toward the finish line. You know that. I know it. The Giants broadcasters know it. Why doesn’t the Giants shortstop?I would estimate, very roughly, that Omar Vizquel loses about a hit a week due to a headfirst slide into first base, thus slowing him down. See, sliding causes friction; friction reduces speed. A fine example, besides Omar Vizquel, would be the brakes on

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So it took Barry Bonds weeks to hit his first home run of the season, during which time he wasn’t getting a whole lot of other hits, either. Since then he’s hit four more, and it’s already May 8. Certain (that is to say “cretin”) fans and members of the sports media would have you believe that this is prime evidence that he’s through. I’d say it’s prime evidence that his bat had cooled off

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Well, that certainly was a series, wasn’t it? Neither team scored, yet somehow the Giants won two of three. But that’s not the remarkable part. The remarkable part came in Sunday’s game: the routine 4-6-3 double play that wasn’t. Instead of throwing on to first, Omar Vizquel threw to Pedro Feliz at third, catching the runner rounding the bag.Have you seen a more creative shortstop on a daily

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The Giants had a terrific series against the Braves, taking three out of four in San Francisco, including a come-from-behind win courtesy of Lance Niekro’s game-tying home run and Randy Winn’s bloop single in the bottom of the ninth. It therefore should go without saying that the game I attended was the one they lost.That would be Friday, April 7. Not only did the Giants lose, they lost ugly.

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The 2006 Giants looked a lot like the 2005 Giants on Opening Day. Naturally they chose to get hurt by my least favorite Padre, Khalil Green, and my new, second-least favorite Padre, Mike Piazza—so categorized because they habitually kill the Giants. Piazza would be a great hitter no matter what, but I’m convinced Green would be Cody Ransom if the San Francisco Giants did not exist.Last night’s

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They said it couldn’t be done! Lots of them said it shouldn’t be done! Many more predicted that it wouldn't be done! And they all had a point! But they were all wrong! As sure as I’m using a bunch of exclamation points!Go to EEEEEEgp.com, if you dare, for the Season Postmortem—back after an eon-long hiatus:EEEEEE! Rolls the Dice Mostly for you long-standing gamers, but potentially fun for

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With “Gigantes” emblazoned boldly across his chest, Barry Bonds strode manfully onto the field Monday night to thunderous applause. (I bet some sportswriter somewhere wrote something almost exactly like that. Don’t want to check, though, since you asked.) And his first at-bat is an 11-pitch nailbiter that ends with Bonds launching one into the bleachers in left-center field. For a double. Which,

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You know this is the year we’re gonna win it all, right? I say this knowing that I’m a Giants fan, ergo not optimistic by nature, but there’s some method to my madditude.The Giants are barely in third place, having defeated the Diamondbacks last night. Yay! And they’re not far out of second place—indeed, if they somehow sweep Arizona and the Dodgers on this trip, things’ll get mighty interesting.

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A post on the Giants newsgroup today said “Unlike some people here, I love the Giants, win or lose.” This drew the appropriate response, “Name one Giants fan here who doesn’t love the Giants, win or lose.” The first poster said that he doubted he could name any such Giants fan, but that the tone in the newsgroup sort of bothers him. Or words to that effect. That’s pretty standard stuff in the

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This arrived today from one of the folks who runs Tixtrade, which launched yesterday:”You can buy or sell Giants tickets from other Giants fans for free at www.tixtrade.com. Join in on the fun and start building feedback within the community. It's a great resource for Giants fans and will surely become a reliable place to find great tickets.“This site enables Giants fans to buy and sell tickets

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In his Baseball Abstract at some point during the 1980’s, Bill James introduced his “Manager in a Box” managerial assessment forms. I’ve filled one out for the current Giants manager. Sure, there are lots and lots of words there, but I do invite your comments, corrections, and criticisms.Year of Birth: 1935Years Managed: 1992–2001, 2003–PresentRecord as a Manager: 2,179 games: 1,128-1,051, .518(

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Even with a scorecard, it’s hard to tell one player from another, but it’s become especially true of the pitchers. I said I was going to write about them soon, and I guess this isn’t all that soon, but, to be fair, I was putting it off because the entire pitching situation has been almost entirely depressing and insane. To date, we’ve seen 22 pitchers take the mound this year, of whom eight have

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Hi there. I'm new to blogging, at least in a technical sense. I've been told that EEEEEE! more or less is a blog, or was one before we'd ever heard of blogs. So I like to think of myself as a pioneer, at least in the sense of having to endure long, boring rides in an uncomfortable vehicle, only to find that when I get where I'm going, there's nothing interesting to see.Why a blog? Why not just do

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I don’t even look at the standings anymore. For one thing, I no longer subscribe to a newspaper, and usually I forget to look at any online editions. I can’t remember the last time I looked at a boxscore, either, though I’ll checkthrough the Giants’ statistics on ESPN.com every so often.Frankly, the Giants are too horrifying to want to pore over in detail (though probably I will at some point). I

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