Baseball being a game that celebrates its top offensive performers for succeeding 30 percent of the time, perhaps it's understandable that fans typically obsess over what's wrong more than they enjoy what's right.
Along that line of thinking, perhaps it's understandable that the general reaction to Tim Lincecum's no-hitter against the San Diego Padres on Wednesday tended to focus more on San Diego's anemic lineup than on the brilliance with which The Freak completely shut it down.
Understandable, perhaps, but annoying to the point of anger nonetheless.
Now, should anyone get truly angry over anything related to grown men playing a game for our entertainment? Of course not. But they do, and I am.
So let the following screed represent a literary middle finger to every single person even remotely suggesting that what Lincecum's accomplished with his second no-hitter in less than a year is even slightly less impressive because it came against the Padres than it would have been against, say, the St. Louis Cardinals or Los Angeles Dodgers.
And no, I'm not going to harp on the obvious defenses of Lincecum's effort. You know what they are: the Padres had beaten Tim Hudson and Matt Cain in the previous two games; the Padres are, just like the Cards and Dodgers, a collection of 25 of the best 750 baseball players on the planet; a no-hitter is a no-hitter is a no-hitter.
Rather, the anger stems from the insistence of anyone questioning the "legitimacy" of Lincecum's no-no on trying to make a genuinely joyous moment less so.
It's galling. It's pathetic. It's stupid. But more than anything, it's just plain sad that so many people are so unhappy with their own lives that they can't just get the hell out of the way when something generates such pure, simple happiness for others. And worse, they take it a step further and try to make it an unhappy moment for some -- shots were fired on Twitter not long after the final out Wednesday at Lincecum's father!
Never mind that the shots were comically off base. That they were fired at all pisses me off, and it should piss you off, too.
What Lincecum did was provide for Giants fans an afternoon for the ages. He became the only man other than the great Sandy Koufax to have under his belt two World Series rings, two Cy Young awards and two no-hitters.
He stopped a stunningly horrid stretch of starting pitching. He single-handedly prevented a three-game sweep that might very well have ended up as the "beginning of the end" portion of the 2014 season recap video.
And for that, his dad gets ripped? His mastery gets downplayed as having come against weaklings? Good lord, people, check yourselves. If you can't just zip it and let a guy and his pops soak in the type of moment every baseball-loving father and son dream of, you aren't fans. You're barely even human.