Certain things are assured in San Diego: The sun will find its way through the clouds, that thing you just tripped over is a scooter and Padres fans will question nearly every decision by manager Andy Green.
Second-guessing big-league bosses constitutes the national pastime within the national pastime. Nitpicking Green, however, owns its own special place in that ecosystem — a daily exercise in stubbornly refusing to believe he might just belong.
The skepticism is understandable: San Diego was Green’s first big-time gig, his playing career was relatively brief and the Padres — until now, once a real roster was constructed — showed few signs of playing winning baseball.