The Giants are collapsing in a way that baseball has never seen
You knew this. But it’s still stunning to see the numbers
The San Francisco Giants have a .367 winning percentage in the second half. They started the second half with the best record in baseball, but now they’re as close to the Diamondbacks and last place as they are to the Cubs. It’s been a freefall on a grand scale, something I don’t ever remember watching.
That’s because it hasn’t happened before, not like this. The All-Star Game started in 1933, providing us simpletons an easy way to split the seasons into halves. They’re not equal halves, and it’s an imperfect designation. But it’s simple, and so am I. Since the first All-Star Game, there have been 86 teams that could claim to have at least a share of the best record in baseball after the first half.
You’re not going to believe this, but the Giants are currently playing worse in the second half than any of them. They are the one percent. Of doom. This is the worst a team has ever played in the second half after having the best record in the first half, and it’s not even close....
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Should I resurrect my old meme about the Pittsburgh Pirates?
The Red Sox led the AL East by 14 games in July of 1978. They managed to choke it all away to you-know-who, setting the stage for Dent's antiheroics at Fenway in the ensuing one-game playoff. 
Ted Fullilove, aka Mr. Peanut, is not like other Ivy League grads. He shares an apartment with Goldberg, his beloved battery-operated fish, sleeps on a bed littered with yellow legal pads penned with what he hopes will be the next great American Novel, and spends the waning days of the Carter administration at Yankee Stadium, waxing poetic while slinging peanuts to pay the rent.
When Ted hears the news that his estranged father, Marty, is dying of lung cancer, he immediately moves back into his childhood home, where a whirlwind of revelations ensues. The browbeating absentee father of Ted’s youth tries to make up for lost time, but his health dips drastically whenever his beloved Red Sox lose. And so, with help from Mariana―the Nuyorican grief counselor with whom Ted promptly falls in love―and a crew of neighborhood old-timers, Ted orchestrates the illusion of a Boston winning streak, enabling Marty and the Red Sox to reverse the Curse of the Bambino and cruise their way to World Series victory. Well, sort of.
The Giants had the best record in baseball.
It all happened so fast... 
This year's Giants have had the stench of inevitable failure the whole second half. 
