I’m trying to be mature about the ongoing nightmare that is my pitching staff. They’re actually performing well from an ERA standpoint, but I couldn’t claim a win with a young Sandy Koufax on the mound facing nine billy goats.

This afternoon, my lovechild, Tim Lincecum, left after six innings, staked to a 7-3 lead against the Astros. Giants reliever Tyler Walker imploded in the eighth, primarily because he is Tyler Walker, and Lincecum was screwed for the third time this season. Walker may be the worst pitcher in modern day baseball yet he continues to set up for San Francisco.

I’ve professed my love for Japanese players on a regular basis and I’m expecting big things this season for Hiroki Kuroda. He has been nothing short of solid, having tossed four or five gems thus far but of course has one lonely win to show for it.

Takashi Saito, otherwise known as the Japanese Hoyt Wilhelm, I don’t think had blown a save since arriving in the western hemisphere in 2006. He has already dry heaved on two occasions this season, both times at the expense of Kuroda wins. In his last start, Kuroda allowed one hit over 6.2 innings, only to have Jonathan Broxton, who is nearly as untouchable as Saito, get knocked around like a crash test dummy to the tune of six runs.

Good lord, does Emil Brown really have over 30 RBI?