Lava Daydreaming

The Giants may have finally hit pay dirt. There is some exciting news coming out of Salem, Oregon(and how often can anyone say that?) in the volcanic form of Shane Turner. Like Krakatoa, East of Java, he has burst forth in a rush of molten lava so unlike the disappointing and dormant Volcanoes we usually get. He is no Angel Villalona, who seems to only exist in imagination at this point, but Shane has been erupting all season to the tune of a 1.125 ops. That is smoking, people! Sure, he's only had 10 ab's so far. False hope has been built on less. The dude has a jack, a walk and a stolen base already! The Giants haven't had that rare combination of speed, power and patience in one their farmhands since...well...never. Or maybe it just seems that way.
At any rate, I am clinging to this guy for all I got. He hasn't buried my hope like Pompeii yet. I believe.

There were folks who decided to just ride it out rather than evacuate when Mount St. Helen's blew. That was a singularly bad idea. So was making a movie with Pierce Brosnan as the Bond, James Bond of vulcanologists. It just doesn't play. The world is full of nasty volcanoes and bad ideas. The Giants have added more than their share of the super charged and blazing hot igneous boulders raining down death and destruction from the sky in ill conceived notions. Except for that one time.

Barry Bonds was the greatest free agent signing of all time, in any sport: 14 years of immense production, a beautiful though heavily mortgaged park and a steady stream of paying customers willing to cough up 10 bucks for a beer. It just never lays out better than that. But, the thing is; You only get one of the greatest free agent signings of all time gifts. The fire gods are harsh. They give you a nice sunny morning and that one good thing, then bam! In sacrifice, you must hurl yourself into the crater and immolate on a pyre of smoldering greenbacks torched by signings of the likes of Brett Tomko. Payback is a cigarette burn on your new couch.

Surely, Mags isn't so arrogant and foolish to believe he can fool Vulcan and his posse and replicate the Barry Bonds orgy of good fortune by signing A-Rod. Pete, did you sleep through all your humanities classes in school? Messing with vengeful deities can only lead to a bumpy ferry ride on the River Styx. Back away from your A-Rod lust and you have a chance. The fire poo bahs understand baseball. You had your quick fix in Bonds but now you have to work under the radar. Build from within. Don't succumb to the feel good..Do the dirty work. Don't tempt the fates.