I can’t believe it’s been a year. It’s been an incredibly fun- and fast- 12 months for me and my blog and, you know, the Giants. They, um, won a World Series. I harbor a (secret? No longer.) belief that it has to do with me and my li’l blog. But don’t tell anyone I said that. I’m also guessing the Really Very Odd Roadtrip is somehow attributable to me.
They won in an injury-ridden train wreck tonight in Los Angeles, as luck would have it. No wonder Bochy is so into leaving his starters in too late. Wilson blew the lead and then came back, got maybe injured, and got the win. Huff made atrocious defense plays. But people hit, which is always in improvement. And Rowand got injured. I hope it’s not serious. Please. Please. Please. Then there was Mark DeRosa weirdness. Everyone’s saying that’s his last Major League at bat, but I’m hoping against it. The Giants still owe him piles of cash and it’s in everyone’s best interest if he’s available to perform in some dimension. Never mind those 0-fer numbers. I’m aware. But him and his freaky wrist sittin’ out all year just isn’t a positive alternative, to me. We shall see.
Otherwise, today was depressing because Armando was DFA’ed (something I blissfully failed to notice until my brother broke the news to me, with remarkably little tact. He could have done it more gently). Remember when I said the Giants should pick him up in one of my personal favorite blog posts (check it out because it’s my anniversary and I can bully you into anything for a few more hours) that I’ve written? Same thing applies. They can ditch MadBum or Vogelsong or Lincecum or whatever and make room for Armando. Okay. Maybe not. Now that I think about it, the Giants probably aren’t the best fit for him right now. But I hope he finds a job. And succeeds. I really do.
And then I read that Billy Beane had shoulder surgery today. I’ll resist the insane urge to make some cracks about the A’s (hell, look at the Giants) and their injuries and suffice to say that I hope he gets better real fast and that when he becomes a total celebrity after Moneyball comes out, a la Mark Zuckerberg after The Social Network, I will say I was a fan before. You’ll vouch for me, right? Thanks.
And I ever so slightly retract my sarcasm about Cody Ross’s brilliance. I see it, a little. But don’t say I told you so.