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My Paris Hilton’s BFF Shoes, The Zito Breakdown and Mark DeRosa’s Look Alike

My breakdown of Zito, that is.  Not him breaking down in his Range Rover or something.

I’ve spent the past few days doing things like discovering I can only make good ad roughs while chewing watermelon gum and watching the Academy Awards and wondering what is wrong with James Franco (a lot) and deciding that Halle Berry was best dressed, hands down and then having a bit of a Shopalohics Anonymous moment at a shoe store today when I tried on these five inch Steve Madden heels that were covered in gold glitter.  It wasn’t until The Sister alerted me that I looked like Paris Hilton’s BFF that I ditched them.

Most important event of these days though?  The fact that Real Live Baseball Before Your Very Eyes is happening.  It is enough to make me glow more than any glittery Madden heels for days on end.

The game today was a hard one for me, though.  I am a huge Zito fan (you knew that, didn’t you?) and a little apprehensive for his first start, albeit a Cactus League start, since the whole playoff roster thing.  Well, I’ll just say this wasn’t exactly comforting.  I mean, physically it’s not surprising he would be a little off in his first start, but I think the mental thing is a bigger deal for him.  My personal opinion is that his little plans every year are to blame.  I’m sure every player has some sort of plan, but with Zito it always seems to get out.  And they include messing with his pitches or his motion in a big way.  He seems to way overthink it (hey, don’t we all?  He just does it very publicly).  I believe he is a premiere pitcher and a Cy Young Award winner and he just needs to cut the plans and pitch.  Mychael Urban told me that it’s a “go back to roots” thing this year.  I understand that conceptually, but it is, for better or for worse, nine years later than those roots and that doesn’t seem like it’s poised to succeed, to me.  There is such a thing as being too smart and we all experience it from time to time.  The NFL knows it too.  Mostly, Zito is obviously someone who needs a little space to figure things out, so I hope it was just, um, first game weirdness?  ::crosses fingers::

Otherwise, the game was pretty encouraging for us San Franciscans and wanna-be-San-Franciscans and San-Franciscans-at-heart.  Brandon Belt basically screamed, Listen, y’all! and DeRosa actually seemed healthy out there which is bizarre and lovely at the same time.  DeRosa and healthy feel almost like oxymorons.  But I hope not.


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Isn’t that guy a total Mark DeRosa look alike?  He’s Rufus Sewell and I saw him in Tristan and Isolde, which, by the way, is not worth watching even to spot the DeRosa doppelganger.  And the fact that I think they look alike has nothing to do with the character being named Marke.

So that is my giant catch-up session because it’s been way too long and not blogging for two whole days is ridiculous.  Hugs and lemon poppy-seed muffins to all.  I really need to make some of those.  It’s been too long.

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Why I Was So Jittery for Play Ball 1.0, Torture 2.0

Things I did this morning:

*Burned my fingers getting a bagel out of the toaster

*Drank black coffee and bounced off the walls on caffeine

*Went through five possible nail polish colors before deciding not to paint my nails at all

*Straightened my hair (which I have only done twice since a fateful November 1st, I might add)

I was jittery.  Really jittery.  You know how it is when you are about to meet up with a friend or family member who you haven’t seen in a while and suddenly you’re not sure if maybe you’ve grown apart?  Yeah, you’ve talked on the phone and emailed back and forth… but what if they just don’t like you and you don’t like them?  Especially if you’ve parted on odd terms.  That’s how I was with the Giants this morning.  My beautiful beat writers and Twitter buddies have kept me updated and in the loop, but I was still irrationally jittery this morning.  Hence all the odd behaviors explained above.  And then, how it always is, the game came on and after one awkward second it was like no time at all had passed.  We hugged and chatted and braided each other’s hair and my burnt fingers stopped hurting.  My Giants and I have a great relationship, like that.

Jon Miller and Dave Flemming made me smile for three hours straight with their long-sleeved Aloha shirts and “the main thing about Spring Training is figuring out who the hell that is” and despite Timmy’s, ahem, rough start the team looks pretty darn good to me.  And they won, which would kind of rock except for the fact that we appear to be in for Torture 2.0.

I would just like to add that the Moonlight Sonata is in a new KNBR ad about the Giants.  The Moonlight Sonata.   I love it, but it’s sort of my depressed-teen-girl piece.  Not something I’d want in a triumphant baseball team ad.  That is all.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Breaking news: the Phillies are officially and undeniably the best team in the history of Major League Baseball!  They beat up on the Florida State University Seminoles, 8-0.  Official and undeniable.

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‘Cause it’s February, the 22nd and I’m hugging Dodgers…

…and I can’t tell a lie.

I have watched Holiday Inn way (and I mean way, way) too many times so as soon as I looked at a calendar and saw it was February the 22nd that song got stuck in my head. 

The Giants Spring Training season kicks off on Friday and I’m not gonna lie:  I am counting the minutes.  Well, days.  But almost minutes.  I am, once again, not gonna lie:  I would prefer to be in the Grapefruit League.  The Grapefruit League brings to mind a sort of comic book world with eternal spring and around the clock baseball.  The Cactus League just brings rather unpleasant memories of cactus that grows a little too far onto the sidewalk.  The rest is unfortunate history.

I would also like to say that my heart breaks a little every time I see something about Juan Uribe in Dodger Blue.   The Merc was kind enough to make an entire photo slideshow of said object.  That was sort of rough.  One picture is, you know, plenty.

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Uribe is an example of someone who totally has a personality without freaky beards or black masks or anything like that.  Oooo-ribe was wonderful while it lasted.  He will be missed.

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I’ve almost filled up my Talking About Dodgers quota so I’ll go fast with this… don’t you dare make a joke about Eugenio Velez missing his flight and missing that ball.  You know the one.  I was there and it was wet.  And he had just gotten hit in the head, which tends to be omitted from the history books.  Velez is a good defensive outfielder and he tries 110% all the time.  Which is, of course, part of his problem but you can’t say he doesn’t try.  And that play is utterly understandable and missing a plane flight is no fun at all.  Hugs to him too.

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I need to sign off before I hug any more Dodgers.  Happy February the 22nd.  Treat yourself to a little Fred Astaire.  And a little more.

Diamond Girl

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Diamond Girl’s Plan of Attack for the A’s New Stadium

So how was everyone’s holiday weekend?  Mine was nice, aside from an unpleasant reminder that it isn’t exactly baseball season yet.  My little brother had a baseball tournament and after being rained (and snowed.  Snow around Fremont.  So weird.) out the first day we went down the second day in 40 degree weather at the hottest point.  Only for me to open up my purse and take out one black glove and one black sock.  Giant oops.  My hand nearly froze off until someone finally lent me a full pair.  These tournaments also schedule 10 year olds starting their games at 9PM.  Which is weird, seeing as the games then go til 11.  Can we say way past bedtime right about now?

In MLB news this weekend has brought Brian Wilson conspiracy theories (aka, TMZ says he was partying with Charlie Sheen), A-Rod-might-be-an-okay -guy-after-all theories, Jon-Daniels- would-love-to-walk-in-and-hug-everybody-every-day-but-that’s-not-critical-to-winning-and-other-strange-assorted-quotes-from-Rangers-and-Michael-Young.   And a what-the-heck-is-interesting-cardio, Brian Wilson?  You know. Stuff like that.

But the (arguably) biggest news is that me and my better half (The Older Sister) came up with a brilliant plan.  So you know how the A’s are trying to move to a new city?  Las Vegas had been thrown around, as has San Jose, but the Giants continue to block that.  However.  Since I can convince Brian Sabean to do almost anything (voodoo dolls and all that), I started thinking, They should move to Berkeley!  And the reason Berkeley is better than any other city?  Well, a. Diamond Girl lives here.  And b. We have a location and a neighborhood that way needs some, ahem, re-hab.  People’s Park.  Telegraph Ave.  We could call them the Berkeley Batty Bats.  Or the Everlasting Gobstopping Sea Lions.  Or something.  I’m not really great with names.  None of the players would have to move because it’s so near to Oakland but maybe Berkeley would be a better city for a baseball team…?  Huh.  If you put it that way, Oakland seems like a fine home.  Berkeley can’t even re-pave a block of a street.  Billy Beane would have to become mayor and re-vamp the whole city.  This plan is getting real complicated.  I think I actually just vote for Vegas.

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There are Surprises in Surprise, AZ, Ryan Braun Sticks His Foot Firmly In His Mouth and CJ Wilson Jeopardizes His Best Hair Crown

There were some surprises in Surprise!, AZ this morning with a big storm.  I had one of those too.  But I didn’t have adoring fans watching my every move.  I was just trying to balance my florescent green water bottle (hey, no comments.   I never lose it) and my notebook and my papers and my recently-upgraded-to-become-more-giant handbag.

The 2011 season is starting to feel like home, now that Ryan Braun has stuck his foot firmly in his mouth.  His honesty is refreshing, but he still seems to be in some sort of blissful ignorance that “to be honest with you” is not really a known phrase in contact between Major Leaguers and the press.  Last year may have been miserable, but his statement still felt a little off.

And another case where honesty went a little awry… chapter 500 of the Michael Young saga started today when he arrived at camp.  As previously stated, I am in the We Are So Puzzled We Are Not Even Going There phase with Young and I am sticking to that.  Young has his game face back on and I get the sense that whatever goes down from now on in that saga is going to be behind tightly closed doors.  Although Jon Daniels still seemed a little miffed about, you know, “his integrity being questioned”.  Who knows?   Maybe we’ll get a little more soap opera before the end.

CJ Wilson may be in danger of losing his Best Hair crown from this photo, but that food is making me stare for a long, long time.  So that’s what they eat!  Lucky MLBers.

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Photo is from Derek Holland’s Twitter account, @dutch_oven45.  Just to clarify that I am not in Arizona, stalking CJ.

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