In the eighth inning of Sunday’s ballgame, as the Giants were in the middle of getting swept at home by the Mets, who have been allergic to winning and good fortune this year, fans started booing Josh Osich*.
Except the fans weren’t really booing the left-handed reliever on the mound. They were booing it all. The events on the field. The loss of a Sunday afternoon. The broken promises. The ashes of burned expectations. The miserable future, unspeakably bare in the shadow of the recent past. They were booing the Giants as a concept, not a specific pitcher.