For the record, I am not really calling the Giants losers after one game like that. I am just so in love with the title of Emma Watson’s newest project, “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” that I had to use it.
Don’t get me wrong. I hate when the Giants lose and have no offense. But it does have perks! It all puts me into neurotic girl-fan mode and I, well, bake. A lot. The product of today’s loss? The awesomest pecan rolls ever. If I do say so myself. My family does not mind the loss at all. Except for The Brother, who does not like pecan rolls (how can you not like pecan rolls? No idea.) and asks me ever so earnestly to please make chocolate cake next time. I said yes. So he’s probably rooting for another loss soon.
These are the pecan rolls in their beautiful uncooked state.
Am I trying to get all our minds off that game? Yes, I am. But it has to be discussed some time and there’s no time like the present. Let’s do this!
Timmy faced Clayton by some loveliness of the schedule that pitted the aces against each other. It was a great pitching game, with the Dodgers getting 3 hits and 1 run and the Giants getting 3 hits and, ahem, no runs. Which tallies- if you’re not real good with math- for a 1-0 final score, LA winning.
As depressing as the train of 0’fers is, it really was a stellar pitcher they were facing and San Francisco took two out of three from the series. I won’t repeat the stale saying that if you win but don’t sweep every series in the season you’d have a pretty great final win-loss record, but… if you win but don’t sweep every series in the season you’d have a pretty great final win-loss record. It’s true.
And Chris Stewart got two hits, which makes me irrationally smiley. He is our resident Smart Ballplayer here, who spends his copious amounts of downtime reading historical fiction and political memoirs and “whatever piques his interest”. I wasn’t aware that anyone actually reads that stuff – remember when they call political memoirs “the black hole of publishing” in The Ghost? So I was impressed with him. And then that arm. That arm. I am in love with that arm. I also saw him in Fresno in April and I’ve kind of had an affinity for him ever since. He also has stated that his favorite football teams are the Dallas Cowboys. Think that means he likes the Rangers too, but is afraid to say it? I will have to explore this further. So his hits were definitely a perk. As much I like Eli, I am kind of hoping Chris wins the backup job when Buster comes back. Just thinking about the distant future here.
So, see? There are perks to losing a game here and there. The Brewers are coming to town on Friday which I am alternately very excited/not excited at all about. Ryan seems to be alive and kicking and healthy(ish), which is, of course, News That Makes Me Totally Stoked.
Now if only Pablo heal up nice and fast and Jeff Keppinger (I so needed Google to get the name right) would display some wonderful skills with the bat, my nerves would calm down not to mention we’d have way fewer dishes to do to, following my baking sprees.
Sorry, I refuse to say Happy Hump Day. But Happy Wednesday!