If Bruce Bochy were managing the Mets or the Yankees or the Phillies — happily he isn't — fans and writers and sports-talk radio hosts/morons in New York and Philly would be ranting about what a bum he is.
They'd say he's mismanaging the Giants — like, how come Joaquin Arias isn't batting fourth and playing center field and pitching every fifth day? And they'd say Bochy lost his mojo and the Giants should consider firing him or, at the very least, locking him in a cage in the on-deck circle for people to jeer at like they used to jeer at those poor souls in the stocks in Salem, Mass.
Or something like that.
But out here — a region I consider tops in sophistication and good breeding — no one has uttered a peep criticizing Bochy. We have not heard a single syllable of anger or frustration or grumpiness. Why?
Because Bochy has earned silence. He's also earned an “atta boy” and a “Go get 'em, Bruce.”
Think about the treasure that is Bochy. He won two World Series in three years. He outmaneuvered every manager he faced in the postseason in 2010 and 2012. He is brilliant with his bullpen. And he never panics.
Oh, he may run shrieking around the deserted halls of AT&T Park after everyone leaves the yard, screaming like a banshee. But in public, he is a paragon of poise. In front of his players, he is the duke of decorum. He already is a cinch for the Hall of Fame and you know and I know and everyone knows he is the best manager in the big leagues.
So, people stay silent and don't blame him because the hitters don't hit or Ryan Vogelsong broke his hand or Barry Zito is Barry Zito or the Panda is eating his way out of the league. Bochy has earned this benign silence. And if you disagree, you're wrong.
What about general manager Brian Sabean? Is he getting the same grace period, the same politeness as Bochy?
You should see the unseemly Sabean comments on my blog, the fuming emails I get from seething Giants fans. Fans may be patient with Bochy. Sabean they want to string up.