I have different tastes in music just like everyone else. Unless something is blatantly horrible or has the worst message behind it, I do not refer to other music that I, myself, don’t like as “shit” music.
If you hate 1D, it doesn’t mean their music is shitty. If you hate Drake, it doesn’t mean his music is shitty. If you hate country, it doesn’t mean the music is shitty. If you hate Top 40’s (or if anything is popular), it doesn’t mean the music is shitty.
Who are you to tell me if my personal taste in music is shitty or not?
No offense to anyone, but I can can only tolerate so much irritability and bitchiness in one day; and my quota’s already filled today.
I need a personal trainer.
My self-motivation can burn with the intensity of a thousand suns, but it eventually fizzles out like a match in the rain to where I’m back to square one for an extended period of time.
I actually need more motivation to push me, more than just motivation to stay in shape. I’ve been lacking it and have been stuck in a rut for a pretty long while. I’ve lost strong aspirations, and I need to work on getting those back.
Pet peeve: people who ask you constant questions all throughout as you watch a movie or TV show.
Related pet peeve: those that like to rewind every 5 god damn minutes.
Adjectives that can’t define this Giants team enough as of late. The only factor excluded is the pitching, even with Lincecum’s bad night tonight.
I’ve been through the losses. I’ve been through the heartbreaks. But for some reason, this season’s unsightly misfortunes are sending me over the edge. Maybe it’s due to the fact that I still can’t believe that they are playing this bad. They shouldn’t be. How can a team that won a World Series the previous year change so drastically? How can last year’s heroes turn into this year’s duds? I guess it’s just the unsightly way these players — most of the same players that contributed to unexpected, but wonderful success of last year — have been failing us so much. Injuries have had their role, but that can’t be the sole contributing factor to such horribly historic offense and defense. The Giants are in no way in hell this bad. Believing in this statement and seeing the results that are unfolding before me is so boggling, I can’t help but express my explicit concern and anger that hasn’t surfaced this much in several years.
Spur of the moment yells and anger have been consuming me so much this past month. But through all of it, the fan in me has always been pushing through. “I’m through” and “I give up” — I may say it with frustration, but I have never in my years of being a fan said it with conviction.
This past week has been at its lowest point. I’ve been in a “fuck-I-hate-everything” mood throughout the entire month. Facts are spread out before me. Numbers are shoved in my face. Pessimism is at its high point. Everything points to choking this division race. But I’m still here until the very end of the season. My brain might not know why I keep staying, but the string of being a fan that tugs on my heart is a fair reminder why. Disappointment awaits me, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.
…it’s reading articles and post-game notes of fans and beat writers who are also getting cynical. Every fan — I don’t care how optimistic you are — is on their last nerve, and are about to reach their breaking points. We’re ticked off, we’re pissed, we’re bitter at the entire world, especially after games like yesterday. It’s not incredibly healthy either, because of all the things we’re pissed off about, it’s the Giants. No, not the Diamondbacks and not the Astros, it’s the Giants.
This team isn’t giving up, that is true, but they sure as hell aren’t playing like it. Scraping eight runs in a four-game series against the ASTROS, it can’t get any more pathetic than that. What’s worse is that the Giants have to go 20-8 and the Diamondbacks have to go 16-12 for the rest of the season just to tie. Given the track record lately and even though they accomplished a similar record in September last year, the Giants just don’t seem like they have what it takes to win 20 of the remaining games. The pitching can’t put up zeros forever to carry the non-existent offense — as shown this past August. The Diamondbacks are not going away, and they’re as hot as ever.
Thinking realistically, logic is telling me to give up, have a beer, and wait for Spring Training 2012. Miguel Tejada is in the doghouse by not just the fans, but now my management. Aaron Rowand is picking the absolute worst time to have the crappiest season of his career. Aubrey Huff and Pat Burrell’s almighty team chemistry hasn’t transferred at all to their playing ability this year. Brandon Belt is struggling again (may not have been at this point IF HE JUST FUCKING STAYED ON THE TEAM) and he doesn’t seem like the rookie that will solve all our problems. Pablo Sandoval is having a completely opposite year, compared to his less than great year in 2010, but he alone cannot carry the entire club.
But I’m not giving up. Even though the Giants seem to be doing this:
I just have to stick with the rest of the season with the shred of hope that I have left. This isn’t last year, but I sure as hell hope this last stretch of the season produces similar results.
I really do. The fact that we’re only 4 back compared to 6 last year with this shit offense is incredible enough in itself. We still have a full month of baseball left for the Giants to get their shit together and pull through. But some of you are thinking more along the lines of blind optimism, instead of intelligent facts.
I can’t fucking stress enough that struggling against the worst team in the MLB — losing the season 4-3 — is, in fact, a cause for alarm. We can’t rely on the Diamondbacks to lose 10-straight just as the Padres did last year. We can’t rely on the Giants’ pitching to put up infinite zeros to carry the club to the playoffs.
If it takes September for the Giants to get hot and scratch and claw to the top of the division again, then so be it. But we can’t rely on that either.
Kudos to all of you who are flaming me and staying optimistic. No, I really mean it. I really want to say that I can stay optimistic. But blind optimism isn’t gonna stop the Giants from dragging their asses along a division race.
With the way the offense and defense has been playing, even the most loyal fan (have you been hearing Kruk lately this past month?) has the right to be bitter, irritated, and pissed.
Not like I don’t get a laugh at them, but it just seems that nowadays people are just sticking a person or animal’s face over a colorful background and say, “OMG I CREATED A MEME!”
I seriously think Bochy has a personal vendetta with Belt (omg, controversy!). From the tone of all these interviews, he makes it seem that Belt should be grateful to be up in MLB.
What is this nonsense that Belt has to prove himself by producing in order to get playing time? Not like he can fucking produce when he can’t play. Why such the short leash with him, and complete freedom with vets? I don’t think the rookie thing has a lot to do with it, I mean, Crawford was up for a surprisingly long time and got equal platooning with Tejada when he was healthy.
Every time Bochy says shit like “Belt HAS to produce to get more starts” just rubs me the wrong fucking way. What exactly has his precious vets done to produce?
Bochy. Sabean. Now’s the time to wake up from your god damn stubborn fantasies about veterans being the key to everything you’d want in life. We have a fucking month and a half of the regular season left. You guys need to make some serious moves instead of sticking to the same shit that you’ve stuck to the entire season…err, the entire time you guys have been here.
DFA our cheerleader DeRosa. You guys wanted him outta the DL so badly, yet what the fuck has he done/is he going to do since then? Especially since his wrist is still a liability.
“I like the way Huff’s been swinging.” Jesus Christ, I have never been so irritated with this broken record statement. The entire fucking season. I’m pretty sure I’ve been a fucking broken record with how many times I’ve been complaining about Huff here. Seriously, I don’t fucking know what there is to like about “the way Huff’s been swinging” if shit isn’t produced out of it.
Free your fucking rookies. Get fucking creative. Get Belt up here. Get Crawford up here. Hell, fucking get Pill, Brown, and Surkamp up here. What more can you fucking lose?
This offense is fucking ridiculous. It leaves absolutely no room for error on the pitchers’ parts. They make marginal pitchers look like Cy Young candidates. They break other teams’ losing streaks.
I am angry, and possibly being irrational, but my point is valid and still stands. Both of Cain’s last two starts are fucking identical — Cain loses 2-1 both starts, and the only run that came from both games are Pablo’s solo homers. Every single game now is the same fucking shit.
All it took was an injury and few months of Mr. Dickbat doing bad things at the plate for him to be benched last year and this year.
Huff has been horrible THE ENTIRE GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING SEASON, yet Bochy still “likes the way he’s been swinging his bat.” Tell me what the fuck there is to like, other than that lone, useless home run a couple days ago.
- The awesome pop-ups
- The awesome grounders
- The awesome 4-3 put outs
- The awesome inability to take walks
- The awesome infield hits
- The awesome way he got on base after someone lost a pop-up in the sun
All of these sound completely awesome, so my mistake, there’s plenty to like about that swing.
But seriously, what the fuck makes Huff so special? It doesn’t take Bochy much to bench any other player.
- Cody Ross had a HORRIBLE July, hitting .193/.304/.281. But he still replaced Torres in the lead-off spot because Bochy “lost confidence” in him (who was hitting .260/.313/.364 in July). Somehow, “the hot hand” applies to this.
- Schierholtz is having a small rough stretch, but now he’s immediately benched.
- Burrell was benched LOOOOONG ago.
- Tejada was replaced, and somehow a clone of him was the right way to go.
I have to assume that money does not play an option in Bochy’s decisions, especially considering what he’s done with Rowand and Tejada. But if it’s not money, THEN WHY THE FUCK HASN’T HUFF BEEN BENCHED YET? I am seriously going fucking crazy. I need to explore what’s going on in Bochy’s ridiculously huge head. Because I honestly don’t know why Huff gets so much special treatment.
FREE THE FUCK OUT OF BRANDON BELT. If you need me, I’ll be angrily looking at my TV screen as I watch the DiamondBack’s rookie first baseman get playing time.
the Giants like to make either slumping or marginal pitchers look like Justin Verlander.
Oh, if Belt isn’t starting tomorrow…
If I have to hear, “We really have to get Huff going,” one more time, I will punch my face. I really despise Bochy’s reasoning for keeping Belt as Ishi’s 2010 bench role:
- Huff’s an old veteran, and veterans ALWAYS have to lead a team (because seniority > runs)
- Bochy sees his chemistry as a “confidence booster” (what I don’t see is how his “chemistry” can’t play a part on the bench)
- Huff makes more money than Belt (therefore he HAS to start)
- Bochy believes that Belt struggled in his two-week stretch in the majors as a starter (so what the FUCK does that make Huff’s entire 2011 season?)
How much of a pain in the ass is that to hear? These reasonings are incredibly flawed and stupid due to the fact that Bochy is completely stubborn and biased towards his veterans.
Flame and unfollows galore, but displacing your anger for losing Burrell and Belt towards Beltran is the most stupid, idiotic thing you can do.
It’s a part of the fucking game. When the fuck are you girls gonna learn to be constructive with your anger? It’s his fault for being the best player on the market? It’s his fault that Sabean decided to trade for him? The move that acquired Beltran is possibly the best move we’ve made in years.
Yes, I am angry because of the moves surrounding the Beltran trade. No, not because of the actual trade; but because of the stupid reasonings behind the roster moves (see my last post).
Quit being over-emotional bitches.