Monthly Archives: November 2011

I Am Thankful For…

…in addition to other things, Elf Yourself.  Seriously, I wait all year for that thing.  So when it became that time again recently, I figured I couldn’t miss a chance to dance with Selig.  And (NL MVP, might I add?) Brauny.  And The Zito himself, of course.

(WordPress is sily and won’t let me imbed it, so just click on the photo to see.)

Awesome, right?  I know.

Anyhow, I’d better go now, because I am so excited for the cranberries that I can barely write.  My fingers are (kindasorta) shaking at the thought.  Yo, enjoy, my friends, okay?  Thanksgiving is too fabulous to not enjoy.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  In addition, yes, I am thankful for baseball and béisbol and the Giants and the Rangers and Alexi Ogando via A.J. Preller  and all of that.  I am not as ungrateful as I might appear.  Really.

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I Will Keep Adding To This Photo…

…until the Brewers finish paying Ryan Braun in 2030.  Or sometime close to that.  (Original loving u, Ryan Braun, story is here, in case you missed it.)

September 2010

October 2011

 

November 2011

I think I would have gotten a manicure if I had known how many times I would repeat this picture.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Oh, yeah.  Congratulations to Ryan on his fabulous, awesome, wonderful MVP victory.  I am happy Pooh Be—that is, Diamond Girl today.

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One Tough Act to Follow

(How cheesy is it to use an Eminem line when talking about a Detroit ballplayer?  Very cheesy indeed.)

Verlander.  One tough act to follow, no doubt about it.

Not only is he funny and sweet and humble, he also won 20+ games, went to the ALCS and then won the American League MVP today, backing up his Cy Young Award win last week.  First pitcher to do it since 1986.  (Cue the googly eyes.)

Whoa.  Whew.  And other expressions of surprise and admiration that begin with “W”.

Congratulations to Justin and the Tigers and the city of Detroit and Marshall Mathers, III, while we’re at it.  And Chrysler.  And Ford.  Actually, not Ford.  They make hideous cars.  Just Justin and the Tigers.

But can I just get all critical here, though, and suggest how mega-ly dramatic this all would have been a red carpet show?  I think I’ve said this before.  In fact, I’m sure I have.  But really, picture it.  Baseball players in wonderful silver suits and funny presenters- like, yes, myself- and major drama, camera-cutting-from-face-to-face as the announced the award winners.

Some crocodile tears wouldn’t be too bad either.

And hey, if you can get someone who happens to be Jennifer Lopez to wear a sparkly bodysuit and drive around in a weird car on stage?  That’s even better.

But why or why or why do the Rangers insist on Neftali starting and then put a knife to his back and make him pretend to like it (looking at you, Jon Daniels Knife Bearer)?  Speaking of drama.

Diamond Girl

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Premiere of My Very First Video!

I like making videos.  It’s sort of a quirk of mine.  How did I convince The Family to let me get a fish?  A video, of course (Chariots of Fire soundtrack in the background, no less).   Less than 24 hours later, me and my blue betta were bonding.  They’re effective.

So with all the buzz about Larry Baer and his offseason plans, ticket prices hike etc., what did I do?  Yep, I made a video.

Without further ado, I present to you, SF Diamond Girl’s very first video, premiering right here on your computer.  Not on the side of a Ralph Lauren building, unfortunately, but it was the best I could do.  Send it around to your friends- well, if you dig it- and subscribe to my brand new YouTube channel.

Yeah, I’ve gotten all multimedia on you fast.  Enjoy, peeps.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  There’s a picture of Pujols dreaming of cupcakes, in it.  If you weren’t already convinced to watch it.  Which you obviously were.

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Did Epstein Say Strawberries ‘N Cream?

General Managers talk in a dialect of their own.  This, we know.  But sometimes that dialect resembles more of a full-blown, foreign language.  Sometimes I have absolutely no idea what they are talking about.  Case in point (this is Theo Epstein, talking about not hiring Mike Maddux as manager of the Cubbies):

“Mike was a very strong candidate and we spent a lot of time talking about the job. The thing that stood out with Mike is that were some more factors that went into our discussions with him with any other candidates. So in the end, it wasn’t the right fit at the right time.

“But I’ll say he’s going to be a fantastic big league manager. He’s already an incredible pitching coach and will make a great manager some day. I’m glad he was part of the process.”

-Quote from the fantastic blog of T.R. Sullivan, the Rangers beat writer, http://trsullivan.mlblogs.com/.

I read that quote maybe five times over, before deciding it wasn’t just me.  It was also him.  I’m sorry, but what does, “The thing that stood out with Mike is that were some more factors that went into our discussions with him with any other candidates” mean?  I mean, really?

Maybe there was supposed to be a “than” or “as opposed to” in there, between “with” and “any”.   Or maybe he said “strawberries ‘n cream” (that would be “our discussions with him strawberries ‘n cream any other candidates”.  Totally likely, that.) and poor Sullivan was just so confused that he decided to omit the word altogether and hope nobody noticed.

Questions, questions.

One GM thing that does make sense?  This.  (Okay, it actually made no sense- who would willingly choose to visit Times Square, let alone sleep there?- but that makes the gesture all the more wonderful and selfless, I suppose.)  Cashman also does awesome things like dressing up as an elf.

He is getting on my good side quick, needless to say.  So was Theo, actually.  Until that quote and this video where the focus is most definitely off.  Not his fault, but still.  Wrigley Field is beautiful and all, but you generally have the camera focused on the foreground or the interviewee when doing an interview.

Maybe they should get a new cameraman in addition to a new everything-else-that-could-be-new-under-the-sun.

In all seriousness, though, I am sort of selfishly glad that Maddux is staying in Texas.  He looks better in Ranger blue than Cubbie blue.  Not to mention that he’s a darn good pitching coach.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  JD is still siddin’ down and talking things over (as previously discussed here).  I can’t speak for the Force, but the world is in balance.

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