Monday’s game against the Marlins wasn’t exactly pretty. Madison Bumgarner was far from his sharpest, the Giants fly balls all died on the warning track, and the hitters combined for one extra-base hit while striking out 11 times.
And yet . . . I kept expecting them to win. When the game began, I thought they would win. When they trailed 2-1 in the fourth, I thought they would win. When they trailed 7-5 in the seventh, I thought they would win.
They lost, of course. That 7-5 score held true, as it so often does.