For all of the San Francisco Giants’ early season woes, the defense has never been anything to gripe about.

Nick Ahmed’s plummeting hitting line has been cushioned by him scampering around the left side of the infield as one of the best shortstops in the game. Jung Hoo Lee’s frustration with his bat pulling home runs juuuusssst foul, or with his liners’ inability to find grass in the gaps has been mitigated (slightly) by his skill at passing on that exasperation to others.

Do unto others…exactly what is being done unto you is, I believe, the phrase.

Then there’s Matt Chapman, who is in a two-strike count in the on-deck circle and appears to be swinging a bat with the same magnetic charge as the baseball, always has backhands behind the bag and short hops to scoop to console him.

But last night against Aaron Nola and the Philadelphia Phillies, there was no comfort to be found on the diamond for Chapman.

With two runners on, no outs and a surprising 2-0 lead in the 3rd, San Francisco’s offense seemed poised to actually chase a starter from the mound. Nola had thrown 46 pitches the previous inning while walking four batters and giving up a 2-run double to Thairo Estrada.