The Giants are broken. And they're breaking us in the process.

Another year, another season spiraling toward mediocrity—or worse.

Health update: I’m still sick with Covid and unable to podcast, so I’m doing blog posts until my voice is ready to go. Expect podcasts and blog posts once I’m feeling better.

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Each Giants season is beginning to feel like Groundhog Day. There are some good stretches where they look like a playoff team, there are some awful stretches where they can’t hit, they can’t pitch, they can’t defend, or all of the above.

Around the trade deadline, they’re not far enough out to be obvious, tear-it-down sellers. They’re also not in a strong enough position to be clear buyers.

During the Farhan Zaidi era, they either did next to nothing or did some buying and some selling. Always predictable, always underwhelming (with the exception of the 2021 Outlier).

At least Buster Posey and his group chose a clear lane this year, deciding to sell and bringing back a solid collection of prospects (though I’m still underwhelmed by the Camio Doval return, particularly because he was, to me, the best asset the Giants traded given that he was controllable via arbitration through 2027).

And here we are almost two weeks later. The San Francisco Giants have won exactly one (1) home game out of their last 12—spanning an entire calendar month. For much of the 2025 season, they could at least count on racking up series wins at home. Now, they can barely win a single game. And it’s borderline excruciating to watch.

During my time at Locked On Giants, I never turned off a game no matter how frustrating it was or how poorly the Giants were playing overall. I needed to be “locked in” on the team, good, bad, and everything in between.

Last night, in a 4-1 loss to the Padres, coming off a home series loss to the lowly Nationals, I was as tempted as I’ve been in over six years to shut off the TV—for my own sanity—in the late innings.