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The Giants Woke Up the Worst Offense in Baseball, and It Cost Them

Toronto had scored two runs in 27 innings and looked completely broken at the plate. Then Trevor McDonald and the Giants handed them nine in a single afternoon.

Bay Area Sports Blog Staff · Giants
Oracle Park, home of the San Francisco Giants
9-3Blue Jays win, July 7
2⅓McDonald innings, 8 runs
2Toronto runs in prior 27 innings
357Toronto runs, 28th in MLB

You could not have scripted a worse team to give up nine runs to. The Toronto Blue Jays came into Oracle Park carrying an offense that had genuinely fallen apart. Two runs in their previous 27 innings. Back-to-back shutouts on the road. A lineup that had been outscored 25 to 1 across a three-game stretch and looked, at the plate, like it had forgotten how the game worked. This was the softest, most harmless bat in all of baseball walking into your ballpark. And on Tuesday, the Giants woke it up.

How bad Toronto had been

It is worth sitting with just how ugly the Blue Jays had gotten before this game, because it changes how you read what happened. Toronto had gone 24 consecutive innings without a runner crossing the plate at one point, the longest scoreless streak the franchise had put together since 2019. They were one out away from a 30-inning drought and creeping toward the all-time club record of 32 straight scoreless innings, a number that had stood since May of 1981. Their season totals told the same story: tied for 28th in the majors in runs scored with 357, 25th in home runs, 27th in slugging. That is not a slump. That is a full-blown offensive collapse, the kind that gets hitting coaches fired.

So when a team that dead in the water comes to town, there is really only one job for your pitching staff. Keep them asleep. Do not be the arm that flips the switch and reminds a broken lineup that it can still hit a baseball a long way. The Giants had a chance to bury a reeling opponent and stack another comfortable win on top of the 10-1 beating they had handed Toronto the night before. Instead they did the opposite.

Trevor McDonald never had it

The whole thing came apart in the hands of Trevor McDonald, and it came apart fast. He recorded seven outs and gave up eight runs on eleven hits before Bob Melvin came to get him. Two and a third innings, eleven hits. That is not a bad start so much as a total non-start, the kind where the dugout knows by the second inning that it is going to be a long day and the bullpen phone is already ringing.

Jonatan Clase set the tone with a three-run homer in the second, his first big-league hit of the season after getting recalled on July 1. Think about that. A player fresh off the shuttle from the minors, a lineup that could not score to save its life, and the first thing that happens is a three-run shot off the Giants starter. Then came the third inning, and it turned into the kind of frame that makes you want to look away. Toronto batted around. Six of the first seven hitters reached base. Ernie Clement was in the middle of a three-hit afternoon, Sean Keys drove in a pair, and by the time the inning ended the Blue Jays had piled on five more and put the game out of reach before the Giants had really taken a swing.

The bullpen showed what should have happened

Here is the part that stings the most for San Francisco. Once McDonald was gone, the pitching was exactly what it needed to be all along. Adrian Houser came in and threw five and two-thirds scoreless innings with five strikeouts, shutting the same broken Toronto lineup right back down. Ryan Walker gave up a single run in the ninth and that was it. The relief corps handed the worst offense in baseball a giant plate of nothing for the rest of the day, which is precisely the point. This was not some unstoppable juggernaut that could not be contained. Toronto was containable. The Giants proved it themselves, one inning too late.

That is what makes a game like this land as a genuine low rather than just a bad afternoon. When you lose 9-3 to a first-place club swinging hot bats, you tip your cap. When you lose 9-3 because your starter turned the coldest lineup in the sport into a batting-practice highlight reel, and your own bullpen then made those same hitters look helpless again, you have to sit with the fact that this one was self-inflicted.

The Giants offense had no answer either

It did not help that the San Francisco bats went quiet on the same day their pitching sprang a leak. The Giants managed three runs and never seriously threatened to climb back in. Victor Bericoto knocked in a run with a single in the second that brought Rafael Devers around, and Heliot Ramos came through twice, scoring on the Bericoto hit and again in the fifth when Luis Arraez doubled him in. That was the extent of it. Three runs, a couple of scattered rallies, nothing that put any real pressure on a Toronto pitching staff that used an opener and a parade of arms to get through the afternoon.

When your offense scores three and your pitching gives up nine to the worst-hitting team in the league, you are going to lose, and you are going to deserve it. There is no clever way to frame this one. The Giants were outplayed in every phase by a club that had been the sport's punchline for a week.

Where this leaves San Francisco

One game does not sink a season, and the Giants had just won the series opener in a laugher, so nobody should be lighting the whole thing on fire over a single Tuesday. But games like this matter beyond the standings because of what they reveal. Good teams close the door on opponents who are down. They step on the throat. They do not hand life back to a lineup that had been gasping for air. The Giants had every chance to do that and could not, and that is a habit that shows up again in October if it is not fixed.

The Blue Jays needed a game like this. They needed to remember what it feels like to string hits together and put a crooked number on the board, and the Giants were kind enough to provide the setting. Ernie Clement and Jonatan Clase and the rest of that revived lineup will take the confidence and run with it. San Francisco, meanwhile, is left to answer an uncomfortable question. If you cannot keep the worst offense in baseball quiet in your own ballpark, what exactly are you when the games start to matter? That is the thing worth chewing on, and the Giants gave themselves no good answer.

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