We are at the crossroads here, people. Maybe other teams will take the assorted detritus of despair the Giants run out there every night. While that doesn't seem likely anything is possible, I guess. For the sake of argument and my sanity, let's just say the Giants can open a little roster space. What comes next?
My secretary has a great big crush on Larry Baer but even she refuses believe the rebuild talk coming out of the front office. We just can’t imagine Mags willingly fielding a lineup of unknown quantities. Unfortunately, we don’t have to imagine the known and frightening quantities out there now. We would like to believe that would be enough to induce a sea change of a Pacific Ocean type scope and grandeur. We are used to being disappointed, though.
No matter how the staff massages the reports the data remains consistent. The Giants don’t have a lot of options that vary much from the limited options they generally endure. Trading highly coveted players is tough enough. Trading highly un-coveted players is like wrangling coherence out of Ozzie Osbourne. Still, it’s certainly worth the old college try. Otherwise Mags will have to buy into a few more contracts to eat so that the mythical young players, just waiting to emerge, can be squeezed onto the big club. If they can jump over that enchilada then Sabean must somehow be convinced that young players do not represent all that is evil in this world. Again, a nasty leap of faith there, I tell you. After that, the final level on the Wii only comes by cajoling Bochy into benching the remaining oldsters and tolerating the cruel fluctuations of agony and ecstasy that are the timeless certainties with young ball players.
Will Mags jump at this opportunity to rebuild knowing that the front runner butts may well be vacating their lucrative seats in the ol’ ball yard if the local nine is as anonymous as a composite drawing? I doubt it.
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