Living in the moment

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You know what's great about baseball? Your favorite team (let's pretend they are the Giants) can totally suck (which they do) but watching games is still fun. It was the old Reds/Tigers manager, Sparky Anderson, who first taught me what's so impossible about the Giants' current position.

They are in last place, roughly 10-12 games out, but that's not the real problem. They have four teams ahead of them. Only a computer could compute the odds that they can not only play much better ball the rest of this season, but everyone else in their division will collapse.



Sorry, ain't gonna happen.



But even though this season turns out to be an embarrassing failure for the Giants, there are a few things to keep us interested.



Barry Bonds, with 749 home runs, sits just six behind Hank Aaron, and will probably pass him within the next few weeks. Then, despite all of his steroid-mistress-unfriendly baggage, he will break the most cherished record in all of sports, U.S.-style.



Those who hate him are primarily motivated by racism, sorry to say. I've read all of the critics and their arguments don't hold water unless you hate a black man who does what white men can't do.

The Giants are truly a last-place team. Presumably, this is Bonds' last season with the team, and most of the other veterans (this is an old team) will be gone as well. The new Giants have a bunch of impressive young pitchers and even a few position players on their roster, or waiting down at the AAA Fresno Giants.

Rumors are the team will also try to acquire the best hitter in baseball now -- A-Rod -- when the Yankees slugger becomes a free agent this off-season.

As for me, I celebrate being able to watch Barry Bonds play baseball all these years. And, on Saturday, when the team broke out of its 8-game losing streak by beating the Yankees in 13 innings, the dugout emptied out and jumped around hugging each other as if they had won the World Series.

But I suspect this team will be dismantled later this summer; old guys sold off for prospects. And, next year, a younger team will rejoin the quest for a championship, the one thing that has never quite happened here in the city by the Bay.

p.s. Meanwhile, how about Apple? And how about my grandson, James, whose likeness is now on my favorite coffee cup? Or, all of that ripe fruit, hanging low, here in California this sumer?

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