The first thing is, he’s not coming back. This hurts in a lot of ways, not the least of which being that the Dodgers now move into first. I suppose there’s a chance Matt Kemp, who is still at the high end of a similar arc, will test positive when it hurts them most, but things don’t usually work that way in baseball.
As Giants fans, we have to move on right now. Pablo will hit 3rd, Gregor Blanco will be in left. This may open the door for someone else, but it will have to be someone with real experience, not someone from Fresno. Even with no proven star to step in, the rest of the roster will have to forget all about Melky, and learn to do their jobs without the major league leading hitter and scorer. The same goes for us as fans. The Melkmen and the Melkmaids are just fans now. They can leave the outfits at home and melt back into the crowd.
If you happen to like to read the comments that come with news articles on the Giants official MLB site, it might be time to take a break. Dodger and Diamondback fans are in full gloat mode, and even partisans of the Friars are chiming in. Nobody in Denver, as far as I know, has said anything yet, but they will.
Baseball teaches us, if nothing else, to forget about yesterday, and not worry so much about tomorrow, and play today’s game as if it’s the only one that matters.
As for the season: it’s far from a lost cause. We have the best pitching staff in baseball even without Brian Wilson. At least when they are on a roll together.
In 2010, things looked really bad around this time of the season, and actually winning the World Series required winning consecutive series against Colorado and San Diego which eliminated them from contention while keeping the Giants up by a thread.
We got into killer instinct mode and stayed there throughout the playoffs and series itself. Many a World Series has been decided this way. In fact, with the expanded wild card system, Major League Baseball is less like it was, and more like the NBA, when it comes to the postseason.
If a team can get to the postseason at all, four solid starters and a trustworthy bullpen equal all the hundred win seasons you want.
It becomes an eleven game season. Four good starters win two games each, a couple wins for the bullpen, and the latest batch of superstar hitters go home puzzled, dreaming of the biting slider that laid them low.
Already I’m beginning to ask myself the eternal question baseball demands: Melky who?