Me: Who’s pitching?
K: Brian Wilson. He stood there, threw 3 balls in a row, sang Barbara Ann, walked two guys and a Little Old Lady From Pasadena. UGH.
Me: Why is he still in???
K: I don’t know. Maybe Bruce Bochy needs to take his T-bird away.

HAR. This conversation was NOT regarding the Saturday game we saw… but it could have been. I think Bochy had cycled through his entire bullpen except for one guy. The game started out GREAT. Matty Cain had a banner day, held a no-hitter and a shutout through more than five innings, hit a home run to put the first score on the board, and left the game having given up 3 hits and 2 runs. The Giants were ahead 5-2 at that point… and they went on to lose. Because there is some sort of baseball law that dictates that they can NOT pick up Matty Cain, no matter what. They can NOT do right by him. The poor kid pitches his heart out every game. He’s a machine. And he’s got a fantastic attitude about it all. So very disappointing. We just want to cry for him.

As for Mr. Andrew, it was a long day but he was a trouper. He’s like his mama and doesn’t sleep well outside his bed, nor does he function well outside his routine. It didn’t help that the day was a total scorcher. Pretty much a heat wave for the Bay Area. Day games can be sunny and hot, but I’ve never been there when it was that warm. The poor little guy ended up resting in the Bjorn with his hat over his head and face most of the time. He tried very hard to be a good kid, even when the game went into extra innings and we were all sweating to death and he was starving. We had a very nice day, though. The drive there and back didn’t seem so bad…. but I wasn’t driving. My brother rocks!