Although I’ve been surrounded by baseball this weekend, it’s been the under 5 feet tall kind. So today I heard the end of a very nice win and a very goofy KNBR broadcast on the way home and just went to the NL West standings and checked them out. Then I did a double take.
West W L GB L10
Arizona 29 24 – 9-1
San Francisco 29 24 – 5-5
Colorado 25 27 3.5 2-8
Los Angles 24 30 5.5 4-6
San Diego 23 31 6.5 4-6
I did not see Diamondback brilliance in my crystal ball at all. And while I guess they’ve been pretty amazing for 10 games, I have only just taken real notice of it. Move over, Mile High people. The dessert is giving you a run for your money. And then, of course, the Giants. Who are showing signs of taking my advice (okay, everyone’s advice. I admit it has nothing to do with me.) and heating up. I’m not trying to jinx them or anything. But they looked good today.
Especially Torres, who is officially the Cutest Player in the MLB. He gives the Little Leaguers a run for their money with his adorableness. I want to bottle up his good games and sprinkle them over depressing ones, to get the energy going. Heck, sprinkle them over depressing moments of my life, to get the energy going.
Sometimes it takes those lows (read: being swept by Milwaukee) to get some highs and maybe, just maybe, this is the start of something good. It kind of feels like it. I never liked Kevin Towers anyway.
And do me a huge favor and tell me “hip contusion” actually means “he’s eating ice cream and watching corny romantic comedies on demand in his hotel room” in code, okay? Because it would make my Memorial Day Monday a little better.
p.s. If you’re looking for something to see on demand on your hotel room (other than corny romantic comedies) I recommend Wall Street: The Money Never Sleeps. The acting, the script, the story… me and my bowl of raisins/blue chips really enjoyed it for the second time last night.