Big Time Timmy Jim Ain’t

I am depressed. Watching Lincecum make these last few starts has been like watching Randy Winn smack a home run against the Giants in his first series against them, even though last year he only hit two in an entire season.

Something like that would be crazy.

I’m also depressed because we haven’t been able to dedicate as much time to the site as we should have been. Doesn’t it just figure that when they ask you to write a baseball website, your otherwise boring and uneventful life suddenly decides to become both exciting and stupidly-busy. Ain’t that how it always goes?

Especially when you can sense your team’s morale slowly slipping down the tubes faster than White Castle down Bengie Molina’s Gullet? (No, we will never let it die).

So let me be the first to apologize for the lack of articles – we’re going to try harder. So in keeping with our theme, allow me to summarize the past two series:

You said it, kid.