It had gotten to the point where I was going to suggest some new alarm clock rings for the Giants players to get them out of their funk. Fortunately, that won’t be necessary, for the time being, because we got a nice little W today.
There were good moments and bad moments; the primary good moment being Tim Lincecum and his fabulous right arm. The offense also sputtered to life, minus Pat Burrell (sorry, had to get that in). I am tentatively optimistic about the defense and I am not worried about the bullpen. They’ll be okay. They’ll make me panic and eat pickles and (nearly) tear my hair out, but I am quite confident in my bearded guys right now.
Speaking of beards… today’s facial hair news is that Sergio Romo updated his beard into something even stranger and I figured out with what the inspiration- or at least doppelganger- is for Zito’s mustache. It’s this actor who I really, really can’t stand. His name is James Franco. You may remember his from his Academy Award hosting. Or you may not. He didn’t really talk. I hope I’m wrong because otherwise I am utterly stumped as to why someone would try to look like him.
(Photos aren’t working right now, so you’re going to have to do your own sleuthing until the system gets up again. Google “barry zito mustache” and “james franco mustache”.)
Looking ahead. April 8th (you know. The special day where the world celebrates the coming of yours truly.) is the home opener and there will be a lot of festivities, I’m sure. I’m know I’m a spoilsport, but I am not hugely excited for all that. When the playoffs and the World Series are about baseball, I love it. Afterwards, when it becomes nostalgia and rings and TV appearances? (Never got The Ring obsession at all. This is not Middle Earth, right?) Not so much. It’s the 2011 season and there are games to be played and much to happen. This weekend we can celebrate. But then we need to get down to work. It’s never too early to take first place.
p.s. I would like to get a chance to speak with whoever came up with the 3:35 start time and say a thing or two to them. And make them sit for three hours in this wind watching Little Leaguers slaughter each other in the twilight. I did that today. It was semi-brutal. They deserve to live through that too.