(No, really. It will.)
So to know me is to know that I read way too much Yahoo Shine. It’s basically all the most annoyingly intriguing beauty/relationships/parenting articles from the internet in one place. Who could resist? Today, I stumbled across this, from The Stir, a blog from CafeMom.
You might not guess it from their jovial get-together with President Obama yesterday, but the 2010 World Series winning San Francisco Giants were — at least, initially — all sorts of cranky about going to visit 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Apparently, it was supposed to be an “off” day, and they were annoyed that the original meeting had been postponed … because, oh,drr! The original date was the weekend that Osama bin Laden guy had to be killed, and the President was just a little bit tied up finalizing that operation.
But whatever. Some of the baseball players want their free time (gosh durnit!) and weren’t exactly jumping from the rooftops when they heard that they’d have their face-to-face with Barry rescheduled for July 25. In fact, when asked if he was looking forward to meeting Obama, infielder Jeff Keppinger said, “Uh … well, sure.” D’oh!
But come on — it’s a tradition for the World Series champs to meet the President, and these ninnies needed to just suck it up!
That’s an excerpt, but if you enjoy sitting at your computer with your mouth hanging wide open, then by all means, read it all. Now the weird thing about the article is that aside from the Keppinger quote, there is zero fact in it. It’s based on what’s a passing remark about whispers and rumors in a beat writer’s blog. And the context behind Kepp’s quote? He’d just been traded and in his first presser as a Giant, a reporter asked him how he felt about the trip the White House. He hadn’t heard about it before and was totally shocked. One of our other beat writers actually described his expression at that moment as “priceless”. I am vaguely Mama Bear-ish about the national/alternative media and my Giants and this article makes me angry. I think CafeMom is better at endless Bachlorette summaries and stroller recommendations.
So, I did surprise you, didn’t I? I think you were expecting this post to start with something about today’s, ahem, rather big news.
Introducing (drum roll, please)… Carlos Beltran, the San Francisco Giant!
(I initially posted that photo last week, so you can’t say I didn’t warn you.)
So I took a moment to remember my lovely Mets of 2006- LoDuca, Delgado, Beltran, Valentin, Reyes, Wright and others- and then became totally stoked for him to be coming over The Light Side of The Force. I think the Giants are going to be kind of invincible. Other than, you know, their Achilles Heel/ Kryptonite, who may or may not be Pat Burrell. I root for “may”, but you can just fill in the blank with a player you are not doting on for whatever reason. I love fill in the blanks and I think other people do/should too.
Anyhow. The other thing I should really talk about is The Other Barry. I don’t even know what to say. Except that when I’m having a hard time I read books by Sophie Kinsella (think: Confessions of a Shopaholic) and I really think that might help him on the mound. Raisins and orange juice and light toast are good too. Scratch what I said above. I do know what to say: time is running out and Tibetan Bowl discs are just waiting for you to buy ‘em on iTunes. And hugs, Barry. Hugs. The darkest time of night is right before dawn.
Okay. Done with the corny quotes. I need to read more outrageous mommy blog articles. Enjoy your Wednesday evening. Preferably in combination with pizza and basil and olives. Yep, I’m taking my own advice on that.
p.s. Little known fact? Beltan is a total fashion-savvy MLB’er. Remember this?