Me saying, Peace out! and check out my ump themed tote!
Dear Mr. Balkin’ Bob Davidson,
I’m going to be honest here. I’d never heard of you before today. When the broadcasters read out the umps name, they go blissfully into one of my ears. And then out the other.
You may have a secret passion for indie bands or a strong preference for black olives over green olives. Your favorite movie may be Jaws or maybe you’re actually a rom-com guy and you loved Bride Wars. You may not find it the slightest bit suspiciously coincidental that movies called Horrible Bosses and Bad Teacher are coming out within a few weeks of each other. You may even live under a rock and be unaware that the Giants became World Champions for the first time since moving to San Francisco last year (pardon me if you actually umped the World Series or something) and are desperately, (dare I say it?) tortuously trying to defend that title right now.
Whoever you are and whatever bands you like, I have two things to say to you.
a) That is the loosest definition of a balk I have ever, ever seen.
b) Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
See, today kicked off with the announcement that J-Sanch is on the disabled list with – cough, cough – bicep tendinitis- cough cough. I am very skeptical. I think they’re just giving themselves 15 days to figure this mess out. The other part of the announcement was that Barry Zito was activated. Per the earlier statement, he will be starting the second game of the double header in Chicago on Tuesday.
So this is sort of an emotional time for me.
It really is. I hate seeing Sanchez struggle and even more I hate doubting that he really has tremendous ability inside. If you look up “maddening” in the dictionary, there is so a picture of him. At the same time, I am a huge Zito fan (you can say duh if you want to) and cautiously thinking this could be The Moment for him. A triumphant return. A fairy tale ending to the contract saga. Heck, a quality start. He hasn’t pitched for the Giants since, what, April 17th? That’s a long time. I am sort of mulling some “Barry” cupcakes in honor of the occasion. And crossing my fingers. Big time.
Anyway. That was all just to say, a win, albeit a terrifying 1-0 win, was very nice today. ‘Preciate the help, Bill. Er, Bob. Whatever your name is.
We part as friends, right?