So it’s less than two hours until game time and to say I am amped would be an understatement. I am so amped it is not even funny. (And I only had one coffee today, so this ain’t a caffeine thing. Probably. It was a big coffee, after all, so you can never be sure.) As you probably know by now, I don’t have cable, so tonight’s Giants-Rangers matchup is going to be the first game of the year on TV for yours truly. As if Giants-Rangers wasn’t exciting enough to start with. Seriously, these people are trying to give me Baseball Fan Collapsing Syndrome or something. I have my mini blueberry muffins and a glass of milk and my flat iron at the ready, just in case it gets real close and I need some stress-relief.
The icing on the cake, in a purely non-actual cake sort of way, is that Alexi Ogando is pitching for Texas. (Texas in Arizona, that is. Spring. Training. Is. So. Weird.) He is currently sporting a 7.20 ERA, but I have serious faith all the same.
Let’s just say I adore him. Even aside from the obvious fact that he has a fabulous nose, there is his long and fascinating story to the big leagues (which you should read about here, if you haven’t already) and then the actual fact of watching him pitch. The fluidity of which returns all my childlike wonder about pitchers and how they move. For lack of a better way to say it, he is ah-mazing.
But this does, of course, lead us to the usual quandary: who am I rooting for? So I’ll just give the usual answer: that remains to be seen. I cannot promise anything right now. When I get plopped in front of the telly, my Multiple Fandom Disorder tends to kinda-sorta-really rear its head and there’s nothing I can do then, right? Right. I should probably get a shrink. But it will have to be after a bunch of mini-cupcakes and one heart-wrenching baseball game. Maybe then. I’ll be in a better state of mind and actually able to discuss normal things like Ryan Vogelsong and Freddy Sanchez and DL stints and train wreck games (cough, last night, cough).
My very favorite train wreck photo, used with alarming frequency last season.
For now, though, I am pushing train wrecks from the mind and baseball as the rain blows in. I love you too, San Francisco weather.