Worst. Road Trip. Ever.

I cannot say for certain that this was the worst road trip ever. I am sure if I dug deep into the most painful sections of my Giants memory, I could come up with something. I prefer to keep that in short term mode, however. Still, it is hard to think of much that could have been more demoralizing than what was witnessed over the last seven days. I suppose of Tim Lincecum demanded a trade to the Dodgers, vowing to not pitch another ball until such a demand was met, that would have been more demoralizing. (You know the Dodgers would love that, too, seeing as how they love ex-Giants so much).

Ok. So when the Giants left, they were flying high at 2-1. Now they are sinking fast at 2-7. Add on top of that several lackluster pitching performances, an ineffective bullpen, and a lineup of hitters that either couldn't get the big hit, or - as in the case of last night - could not do the basic fundamental things that bring in a run here and a run there. Oh, and the defense has been shaky too. Stir that together, and you can find precisely one game in the last seven where the Giants looked like they had a shot at winning, and losing that only added to the demoralizing feeling.

What are we left with? Well, the season still just started and I plan to reserve all judgment at least until we actually get to see Brian Wilson pitching in a save situation. Tim Lincecum pitches tomorrow and, for the moment, that remains a comforting thought.