As those of you who have been reading this blog for a year or more know (if you are one of those, well, thank you!), the beginning of Spring Training can be a jittery time for me. It’s just like seeing someone you haven’t seen in a long while and wondering, Will we still like each other? I mean, I’m completely in touch with my Giants over the offseason, but that moment of the first pitch is still another whole ballgame. No pun intended, believe it or not.
That’s why I was pleasantly surprised this year to find that my usual jitters had disappeared in a poof! of orange and black smoke.
It probably helped that my first game was actually the second game overall. Blame the people over at Little League ump training who are quite probably A’s fans. (Just kidding, people at ump training! Sorta.) I thought I would get to hear some of the first game, but the clock was not on my side and I ended up clean missing it. I came back to a nasty sunburn and no ballgame. Talk about buzzkill.
Upside? When I settled in with my Giants fleece blanket- in the 80 degree weather. Yeah.- for today’s game, I wasn’t scared in the least. I was just so completely ready to get this game started that my nerves flew out the window and instead I ended up grinning like the crazy fish lady that I am and whooping my heart out when Joe Martinez came in to pitch. Yeah, I know he was pitching for the Diamondbacks and all, but in my mind, he’s a Giant forever and always. I hope he does smashingly well this year, against everyone but us and most especially against the Dodgers.
I also whooped my heart out for, well, everyone on the Giants, in case you’re wondering. Even the ones who I wasn’t sure I’d heard of. Hey, as long as they claim to be Giants I’m down to be a fan of theirs. Such is the way of the Kool-Aid we call Spring Training.
And, oh, can we talk bees for a second? If you haven’t heard the story yet, I’ll clue you in quickly: a swarm of bees decided to make the field their new home for a cool 45 minutes or so and left pretty much everyone at the stadium in either the get-me-out-of-here camp or the get-them-out-of-here camp. United we stand and divided we fall. So we fell for a while. A boatload of people and fire departments later then, they were disposed of. We stood again. It did, though, take multiple attempts to goad the pesky bees with lemonade and cotton candy. No joke. I told you Spring Training is weird.
Angel Pagan also got me as a fan for life with this quote (quote and photo from MLB.com): “I didn’t know what to do. If I get stung by one, that means I’m going to get stung by a million. I was right next to the bathroom in case I had to lock myself in.”
I. Love. This. Guy.
Personally, I am of the opinion that those killer bees were none other than our own killer B, Brandon Belt, who is obviously a werebee and is sending not-so-subtle messages to Sabes and Boch that if he doesn’t get more play time during the season, mayhem will follow.
Yeah, that sort of mayhem. Pre-cise-ly.
Lastly! Kevin of www.westsideculture.mlblogs.com sent in this photo to me from Saturday’s Spring Training opener for the Giants. I could not, obviously, pass up a chance to talk about Chris Stewart, so here ‘tis. Chris Stewart rocks, mais non?