You know the way it feels when you lie down on the beach in perfect sunshine and there’s a bit of an ocean breeze, just so it’s not too hot and you wonder, does life get any better than this? If that analogy confused you, it’s just that I’m missing the Malibu. Darren Ford and Manny Burriss combined for the winning run this afternoon and watching minor leaguers have a moment of triumph at the major league level is a feeling like that. It’s what baseball is all about, you know? Ford getting a hit and then using his speed and Burriss walking that field at all after all his foot trials and tribulations are just beautiful moments. I want “It’s Magic Inside” plastered all over those walls again.
I’m sad the Bay Bridge series is over because it is too much fun, but it is another landmark in the season towards the inevitable end that is exciting. June baseball is comin’ up. Now I’m hoping for a Giants- A’s World Series. I don’t think the odds are super high on that (Oakland is in, um, last place.), but I would kill (not literally) to see that.
And then the question of why the heck the Giants walk off so much is still standing. I am full out of theories. Which is a first, for me. I am perplexed, but in a happy kind of way.
I miss AT&T Park almost as much as Malibu. Actually, more. So I just bought my tickets for Tuesday’s game against the Marlins, who are a game and a half back in the NL East. I am confident. Isn’t it something how fast baseball can turn around?
The damper on the day was the 60 Minutes interview with Tyler Hamilton this evening which I watched because I come from a cycling family and I nearly cried. It was so incredibly sad. I never liked Lance Armstrong, personally, and none of what Tyler said came as a big surprise to me. Cycling is just a broken sport and as a sports fan, it feels cautionary to me. Obviously they’re different sports but my worst nightmare is watching someone do that about current baseball (leaving aside the steroid era, it’s happened). Could they at least just not lie so blatantly? (On a lighter note and speaking of dopers, I stood a few inches from Ivan Basso as he prepared for the San Francisco Grand Prix in 2005 and it was one of the greatest moments of my life.)
p.s. I went thrifting for quirky clothes for a photo shoot the other day and came upon a beautiful Brewers cap and just had to buy it, even if it doesn’t look the least bit (and I mean the least bit) couture. It’s making its debut this July.