And all of us getting to know Kapler, a man hired nearly ten months ago, a man yet to manage a game for the beloved Gigantes, and a dude already morphing through different iterations as a fan base watches.
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And all of us getting to know Kapler, a man hired nearly ten months ago, a man yet to manage a game for the beloved Gigantes, and a dude already morphing through different iterations as a fan base watches.
You would think he would know about the danger of shark-infested waters.
And now for something completely different: optimism?
I have two words about these Puig-to-the-Giants rumblings.
The designated hitter in the National League. Pass the vomit bag.
Or, as I like to call them: Three Fountains of Hope. Or, the Trilogy of Belief. Or, the Trinity of Optimism.
And now we are all grappling with ghosts of America’s Original Sin: slavery, and the systemic racism that has taken root in our culture ever since.
As an old sportswriter, I keep a keen eye on my ink-stained colleagues. I still love to read them. When the Murphy family hard-copy newspaper hits our driveway every morning, it’s the sound of loyalty.
As if 2020 wasn’t surreal enough, we’ve now found ourselves somehow reliving the 1994 baseball strike in the middle of a global pandemic.
Could it be true? South Korea was not only starting a 144-game season, but ESPN would broadcast the games? Live ball?
We’ve all been bobbing and weaving, trying to survive the stoppage of life that is the CoronaVirus pandemic, but then came the news that may require a standing-eight count in my corner.
Only the all-conquering, all-powerful NFL could pull off the the COVID-19 draft, or as Roger Goodell might have wanted to call it ‘Pandemic Pandemonium’.
To be a sports fan in 2020, means we have to embrace being unable to be a fan.
Incredibly, it might be missing Tiger Woods in April that hurts most of all.
Today would have been the day.
In the midst of our sports-free world, the NFL delivered haymakers 1985 Mike Tyson would be proud of.
We’re all in this together.
It’s not the craziest thing in the world for John Lynch and Kyle Shanahan to take Tom Brady’s phone call.
The week the ‘Murph and Mac Show’ just spent in Scottsdale was a smorgasbord for the senses.
The last time the Jock Blog sat down to pen an ode to the San Francisco Giants Baseball Club, I believe it was the “Farhan has put us all in a pickle” Jock Blog, after he hired Gabe Kapler to skipper the club.
Four days later, and it’s still a *thing*.
This team, this roll, this energy, it feels . . . different.
Maybe it’s because Jimmy G is considered movie-star handsome that some were ready to turn on him.
Surely, all Americans are aware of the Godfather of Soul, James Brown, and his signature tune, “I Feel Good”.
Think bigger than just this year’s playoffs.