It’s something that we haven’t had to deal with in quite some time. The San Francisco Giants’ bats are very quiet tonight in St. Louis. We have begun taking this offense for granted (a good thing) but tonight, it just doesn’t seem to be there.

The best analogy I can make is to compare tonight’s three hit attack (as of this writing) to my current leg situation, hours after just my 2nd run in the past 6 months.

Much like the Giants hitters who presumably know how to get hits and create rallies, my quads, calves, and ankles surely know what it feels like to enjoy long distance running. It’s just not there for either of us at this juncture.

The Giants try and scratch and claw for baserunners and I try and stretch and pace myself to be able to run a simple 4 miles in 40 minutes. Despite our best efforts, neither of us seems to have it today.

I’m reminded of the great Joe Namath meltdown when he says of his former team,” The Jets are stttrrrruuuggggllliing.”  This gem of a quote is often lost amid the Suzy Kolber “I wanna kiss you” jargon that steals the show but it’s a classic nonetheless.

The Orange and Black are trying to keep pace in the NL Wild Card race while I try and keep pace with my former fitness level that allowed me to finish 50-mile races. Both of us seem able to get the job done, although some speculate the Giants need a bat and I need a diet to accomplish our goals.

Brian Sabean’s trepidation regarding trading away a prospect for the likes of Jermaine Dye is not unlike my unwillingness to trade away donuts for a vegetable-to-be-named-later. Both amount to hard choices that may not guarantee results.

I have resolved to mirror the Giants in this double quandary. If they get a bat, I get a nutrition plan. Hopefully we both can make a deep run.