A Letter to the Baseball Gods: Please Stop.

Dear Baseball Gods,

First off, let me start by saying that I, as well as every one of the San Francisco faithful, am a huge fan of your guys’ work. The Giants’ championship runs in 2010, 2012, and 2014 were all nothing short of works of art that led to some of the best moments of my late childhood/early adolescence. Brooks Conrad’s errors in the NLDS and Renteria's three-run dinger in 2010? Barry Zito looking like a Cy Young and Pablo’s three bombs in Game One of 2012? Ishikawa’s series-clinching walk-off and the Mad Bum’s utter dominance in 2014? Plus everything else in between that happened? All pure genius!

While I love everything you’ve done in those three years, the catastrophes that happened during the odd years hasn’t exactly rubbed us in San Francisco the right way. Don’t get me wrong; I’ll take the three championships, and I can accept missing the playoffs if it means keeping our rings. However, catastrophes like Buster Posey getting clobbered in 2011 or Matt Cain getting hit with a line drive in 2013 or Nori Aoki getting a fastball to the head in 2015 has scared the living daylights out of all of us here in the bay. However, I guess Baseball Gods giveth and Baseball Gods taketh away.

As you many know, Giant fans have a lot to be optimistic about for the upcoming season. Not only have we signed Johnny Cueto, Jeff Samardzija, and Denard Span, but some of the top prospects in our system have been having excellent springs and are poised to follow it up with promising regular seasons, giving us a lot to look forward to in the following years. Plus, we are one of the favorites to win it all! Since when does that happen?

Again, let me reiterate how grateful I, as well as San Francisco, am for all your work and how much we value these past three World Series championships. We love you all! However, please, don’t get offended when I say this: please stop.

For goodness sake, please stop scaring us. I’ll admit, I was lenient with the injuries early on. When I found out that Matt Cain had a cyst removed from his arm, I’ll admit I may have hit the mental panic button once or twice or thirty times, but I kept my cool. When I found out that Hunter Pence was going to miss a week or two because of a sore Achilles, I kept my cool with it.

I, somehow, some way, dealt with these two injuries. But your latest hijinks have gotten me going off the rails. You guys are going to have Madison Bumgarner, who has never had a significant injury, miss one, possible two starts? Really? I thought the whole “cripple the Giants’ roster” thing happen in odd years. You already kept Hunter “Iron Man” Pence to only to 52 games after not missing a single game in the past two years. My heart can’t take this!

Then you had the audacity to have Billy Burns hit a line-drive off the head of Johnny Cueto! Are you kidding me?! He has yet to pitch a meaningful game for us, and you’re already going to risk a concussion? If it hadn’t been for his luscious locks blocking his forehead, he might be in the hospital with some serious damage. And whose idea up there was it to have Cueto convince the doctors that he was okay to pitch?! Get him out of there! San Francisco has already dealt with its fair share of concussions in the past, and we don’t need to risk another one, especially in a meaningless Spring Training game in the middle of March. Maybe you could pull this in October, but until then, get it out of here.

Please, I am urging you all to please stop the madness. We can’t take it anymore, and if one more player goes down and ends up missing significant time, the collective body of San Francisco fans is probably going to lose their minds.

Sincerely,

Justice delos Santos

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