You pay me (well, you don’t pay me. Hint, hint.) to be honest so that’s what I’m going to be: the band who opened the Home Run Derby was painfully bad. I don’t know who they are because I turned it on in the middle, but I promptly turned it off then and waited for the real thing to start. The pitchers who were supposed to be live tweeting from the sidelines had bad phone reception (think: roof closed) and so their tweets were delayed about an hour. Not so live. And the first round was mind-numbingly boring. I munched on my licorice and cherries and sketched heart shaped faces with different haircuts while I watched. All I remember is the strange broadcasters yelling, “Disgusting!” after one particularly impressive shot. They were… strange.
Then came the second round. That was a little better. Fewer people, more drama and the broadcasters had run out of home run calls so they piped down a little.
Then came the third round and that was actually way exciting. I have a bit of a Gonzalez vendetta (vendetta may be a strong word, but first he was on the Padres, now the BoSox. Needless to say, I can’t stand him.) and I really like Robbie, not to mention the sweetness of his dad pitching to him. So Cano’s come-from-behind victory was dramatic and lots of fun.
The other really sweet thing about the HRD was how many of the players had their kids on the field/in the dugout with them. Matt Cain, his wife Chelsea and their daughter Harley Mae for sure won the prize for Cutest Ever. Gotta love that darling headband.
This isn’t the first time Cainer or his fam have rocked the orange and black tastefully.
Maybe he’s a sleeper for the Best Dressed MLB’ers. Who would have thought?
Carlos Beltran is fueling his own little The Decision fire, dropping hints about teams he would waive his no-trade clause for but I think the absolutely beautiful way he says “Pablo Sandoval” is a sure sign that he’s harboring a deep wish to come to the Giants. I’ve read up about him a bit and I hope they let him sleep for part of the flight because he loves sleeping and I also hope they served him rice, beans and pork chops (favorite meal). Playing Marc Anthony wouldn’t have been too bad either. That’s his favorite singer. If the Red Sox get him or something, I will blame it on a lack of rice, beans and pork chop on the charter plane.
The main event is tonight. I think I need to go stock up on licorice. I already miss Ryan Braun.
p.s. Dave Robertson in the All Star parade. I’m not usually a squee person, but… squee.