Let’s just say we had some quality entertainment on the way down to Fresno.
It was maddening and riveting at the same time and I can’t say I cried when Wilson blew the save. My team spirit when he’s pitching basically disappears. Can’t bring myself to root for him. But when Rowand walked-off? Oh yes. I was cheering.
The game actually didn’t seem that weird to me. The 2010 Giants did that kind of thing a whole lot and Wilson was, of course, totally torturous. During the postseason, they blew past everyone but the team doesn’t usually do things the easy way. And that can get ugly. Not to be a downer, or anything.
I’ll also admit that I’ve never watched a banner raising before, but that one was beautifully executed. And the banner, when it was folded up, looked exactly like the fleece Giants blanket I made a while back. And how many times do you think they practiced the cueing of We Are the Champions to get it right? Because it was so right.
Anyway. Fresno. It was great. Really, really, great and totally different. We were two rows from the field, by the bullpen and it was so quiet you could probably have heard a pin drop. The fans don’t cheer. Ever so occasionally, they whistle (that’s trendy, I guess) but the PA’s attempts to get cheers going were totally in vain. It really refocused the game, though, and I could hear Jackson Williams (catching in the bullpen) and an unidentified person who was spotting them talking which was entertainment in and of itself. It was a pretty tight game but the Grizzlies lost to the Las Vegas 51s 4-1. Emmanuel Burriss who was tearing it up and, frankly, just looks like a big leaguer, set a Grizzlies record with four stolen bases in one game.
It was absolutely freezing (what else is new?) and we spent most of the game discussing how Brian Sabean/Bobby Evans/Other Front Office People get down there from San Fran. Because it’s a long drive. I kind of think they have a rock star decked out helicopter. Of maybe they just use the airport.
I did have one big problem with the game and that was the trivia question near the beginning:
Which Grizzly went to the Pirates in the Javier Lopez trade?
I’ll tell you which Grizzly. The one who I changed my background to Pirates-themed for, for a day, because I am such a huge fan. Joe Martinez. They didn’t have to bring that up. It’s an emotional subject for me. The question was multiple choice and one of the answers was Eugenio Velez and the PA guy pronounced it Ay-oo-gene-ee-o. Do you think he did that every night when Velez was there? Because that would have driven me insane.
This was my first minor league game and two things really struck me.
First, that these guys are so close to being Major Leaguers- plenty of them have been called up sometime- and still they are in a totally different stratosphere down there. Why is everyone so uninterested? There’s a really fine line between these guys and MLB players.
Secondly, they didn’t seem huge into team spirit. Which makes sense, but felt strange anyway. Neither team seemed that interested in who was winning. I guess it’s really about individual player performance (which, of course, include teamwork. Just doesn’t depend on the team winning.) but it still bizarre to watch.
It was really a lovely birthday and felt deliciously old style. Like that stadium experience might have been that way, way back when.
Flowers and birthdays are a match made in heaven.
Catch y’all later. The (discriminatory) Orange and Black Attack Team are rocking tuxes and that is big news.
p.s. Cliffy and A-Rod’s year book photos? Too cute.