…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.
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.
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.