Monthly Archives: March 2012

Report: Sabean Has Kansas City Sympathies!

Hello, blog and blog readers!  It’s been a little while, hasn’t it?  Well, a few days.  I am young and silly and see a few days as an absolute eternity, so bear with me. 

Anyhow, I have spent these past three days eating mini-cupcakes with green frosting – which, as far as I can tell, are the only upside to St. Patrick’s Day – and listening to Jon Miller on the radio, broadcasting Giants games from rainy Arizona in equally rainy California.  I love the rain and all, but this is still a little extreme.  Enter knit blanket, knit wrap and thick, knit socks.  I am all cocooned and almost warm.  So!  Time to write a blog post.

As I’ve said before, I’ve been largely encouraged by San Francisco’s showing in Spring Training so far.  There have been no massive train wrecks yet and I don’ t feel eliminated from contention on March 19th (in fact, more like completely in contention, what with extra wildcard and all) so the world feels like a bright place, indeed. 

Other than the one big ol’ raincloud and I’m not talking about the one outside my window.  I’m talking about the one named Frederick Phillip Sanchez, Jr.  I’m talking about Freddy Sanchez, peeps.  He’s ache-y and pain-y and injury prone.  We all know that.  But this latest news is still a buzz-kill of massive proportions.  I am a big believer that the mystical powers of Freddy Sanchez at second base = duh, winning so Bruce Bochy’s recent quotes that he may or may not be ready for Opening Day not good news at all.  At all, at all.  Sure, success in 2012 is going to be tied into a whole bunch of guys, not just Sanchez, but I think he’s a key element.  Right up there with Aubrey Huff and Buster Posey’s Ankle.

I’m also a tiny bit worried about the recent trade rumors swirling around Chris Stewart and Eli Whiteside and the Royal of Kansas City.  Which is not in Kansas, for the record.  Not making that mistake again.  It does seem more likely that it will be Whiteside, if anyone, because he has a relationship (no-hitter, y’all) with Jonathan Sanchez, but there’s a possibility it could be Stewart instead.  This may or may not be a terribly popular opinion, but I would really rather not lose Stewart.  I have a deep and long-held belief in Stewart and would like to see at least one more year of him in a Giants uniform as back-up catcher.  I think we might see good things.  Not Buster Posey’s Ankle level, but good all the same.

This does leave me wondering, though: do I sense a trend?  Has Brian Sabean moved his sympathies from the Mets (see:  Zach Wheeler, Andres Torres, Ramon Ramirez) to the Royals (see:  Jonathan Sanchez, potentially one of our back-up catchers)?  Does this mean the Royals are soon going to be filing for bankruptcy and Sabean feels badly, so he’s going to trade loads of our players to them?  The mysteries, the mysteries.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  C.J. Wilson has lost his Best Hair Crown for good for tweeting the loveable Mike Napoli’s phone number out as a “prank”.  I love a good prank as much as the next person, but I have to say I am 100% on Napoli’s side on this.  There’s funny and then there’s basically nasty.  This falls in the basically nasty category, or so my non-existent tarot cards say.

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The Whole Matt Cain Dodginess, Mixed With Some Inner New Yorker Stuff

When I finally crawled out my rainy hibernation and got caught up on baseball news today, the first thing I saw was that Andy Pettite has sprung out of retirement and will be donning the pinstripes once more this season.  YES.  (In a purely non YES Network type way.)  Although I am only very tangentially a Yankees fan, I do have a strong inner New Yorker (hence why I walk at 25 miles per hour all the time and wear endless variants of the black trench-coat) and Pettite was probably one of my first favorite baseball players.  So today may seriously be the Best Day of 2012 So Far in Diamond Girl Land.  I mean, Buster’s return was prettykindofextremely fabulous, but this is just wonderful on a whole new level. 

I think Pettite should be required now to add a new “T” to his name for every extra season he plays, post-pretending to retire, as penance to the fans whose hearts he broke (that is: yours truly) when he pretended to retire.  His lawyer can take this one up with me.

Speaking of ballplayers who are favorites of mine?  Matt Cain, people.  Matt Cain. 

As inevitably happens, what were supposed to be non-confrontational, totally mellow extension negotiations during Spring Training have turned a little… dodgy.  To use a Willy Wonka-ism.  Sources are letting their tongues wag far more than is prudent and Cain now says he’s “really torn”, according to CSN Bay Area.  I don’t know why teams and players seem to think this is a good idea – that, somehow, doing this during Spring Training will create less ill-will.  I refer y’all back to Michael Young and Albert Pujols, unless there is anyone who still believes aforementioned myth.  It never works.  Never.  In this case, I have to actually fall on Cain’s side.  If I were him, I think I would absolutely test the free agent market.  This is (potentially) the high point in his career and if he wants to try out the free agent market, it just makes sense.  Sure, as a Giants fan I wish there was really a big loyalty factor here, but I don’t think there is, honestly.  My instinct is that they will not reach a deal and Cain will go to free agency, which he has certainly earned.  So I can’t feel too torn up, right?  Then, although it’s probably terribly unlikely, I hope the Giants sign do him and our longest tenured Giant stays a Giant forever after.  Like every other girl on the planet, Disney has obviously given me a warped sense of reality.  Huh.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  March Madness?  ‘Nuff said.

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Diamond Girl’s Most Innovative Companies of 2012 (Okay, Not Really)

Spring training cuts have begun!  This is bittersweet for me.  To some extent, I like the narrowing of the field and removing-players-who-I-never-knew-existed-in-the-first-place, but I also have a bit of a romantic view of Spring Training and seeing all the mini ballplayers (who, granted are not all that mini at all) getting cut is a little sad.  It also reminds me that the season is coming, coming, coming.  Soon.  This is right about when I reach for my flatiron.  I love the season but it makes me terribly jittery.

Anyway!  I am feeling positively optimistic about the Giants at the moment and am I really alone?  Pagan and Cabrera are making me feel like we should have snapped them up and made them play in orange and black a million years ago and you all know how partial I am to Conor Gillaspie.  Starting with the name, ending with the way he plays.  Spring Training is quite probably the only time I will get to see him rubbing shoulders with the big leaguers, so I am soaking it up.  Along with all the rain that is soaking the windows right about now.  To say I crave Arizona sunshine would be an understatement of potentially earth-shattering proportions.  Then there’s Brandon Belt, of course.  Even since last year, I think we’ve all been murmuring conspiracy theories and considering possible terrible punishments for Sabes if he doesn’t treat him better this year.  We will soon know, we will soon know!  Can you tell that I am loving this?  Let’s just say it’s a pretty fabulous break from achy back/editing book/writing new book/working at job/doing this weird thing called school.  Baseball rockz with a  girl band z.  Okay.  Gooey rant finished.

Then there’s the whole personal element.  Even though the Giants are generally in my very own city of San Francisco, they feel closer and more homey when they’re in Arizona.  (Don’t question my logic, I’m terribly sleepy over here.)  I think it has something to do with all the sweet stories of nice autographs to little kids and meal money and Chipotle.  Lots of Chipotle talk.  Because apparently it’s all baseball players eat ever.  I swear, they could do a whole ad campaign based on hungry baseball players.  They’re already one of Fast Company’s 50 Most Innovative Companies in 2012 (you can read that piece here – it’s fascinating) but they only clocked in at #34.  This could totally push them over the edge.  Take ‘em to #1.  They also might make it onto Diamond Girl’s Most Innovative Companies list.  Which hasn’t even been made yet, but there is a first time for everything. 

Okay, time to write a pitch to Chipotle.  I should get going.  And smile in a misinformed way about the NBA news that Andrew Bogut was traded from the Milwaukee Bucks to my hometown Warriors.  The one basketball game I’ve been to was Clippers vs. Bucks and I have been rather partial to Bogut ever since.  So partial that I just found out last week that he fractured his ankle in, oh, January.  Furious Warriors fans, no need to jump on me.  Misinformed is an understatement.  Still, maybe I’ll run into him at a gelato place I frequent in Oakland or something.  If we can get over the height difference, who knows, we might get along?

Diamond Girl  

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In Photos: The Whole Spring-Debut Thing

Spring Training brings a lot of completely fantastic things, but also brings one thing that is, well, only kinda-sorta fantastic.  I’m talking spring-debuts.  Those strange, wonderful first appearances of a player who you usually haven’t seen in what feels like millions of years, due to injury.  At some point during Spring Training, they come out for their long-awaited first appearance and leave me a serious ball of nerves.  Observe:

That’s me during spring-debuts.  Because I am really excited and I do really want the player in question to rock all our socks off (Exhibit A: Excited) but I’m also just scared out of my head (Exhibit B: Scared Out  of My Head).  What if everything goes terribly?  It makes me feel like a party planner again or something.  Fun Fact About Diamond Girl: I ran a party planning business for three ill-fated weeks several summers ago.  Still around?

Anyhow.  The point here is, I don’t like being reminded of those party planning days.  Or being a ball of nerves, period.  So Buster Posey/Brian Wilson/et al.?  Keep that one in mind when you bash yourselves up this year, m’kay?  Now allow me smother you in comfort food and welcome you back to the show.

Diamond Girl

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Shall I Compare Yu to a Summer’s Day? (That Is, Baseball Poetry.)

Alternate title:   In which I get all poetess on you. 

Believe me, I was completely excited about Buster Posey making his Spring Training debut today (especially without dying or smashing up his ankle or anything) but I was also pretty gaga over Matt Cain.  Every Spring Training I remember how much I adore him and how smiley his starts make me.  So, of course, the logical next step was to write him an ode.  But since I’m terribly bad at writing poetry, I decided to adapt one instead.  This is Robert Burn’s lovely A Red, Red Rose.  Some might call it “mutilation”, but I prefer “subtle modernization”.  Feel free to decide for yourself.  If your eyes can wade through the Olde English, that is.  Good luck.

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose, 
That’s newly sprung in March Spring Training: 
O my Luve’s like the melodie of Take Me Out to the Ballgame, 
That’s sweetly play’d in between innings 

As fair art thou, my fantabulous pitcher, 
So deep in luve am I; 
And I will luve thee still, my dear, 
Till a’ the beer vendor goes dry. 

Till a’ the beer vendor goes dry, my dear, 
And the plastic seats melt wi’ the sun; 
And I will luve thee still, my dear, 
While the sands o’ Selig’s life run. 

And fare thee weel, my only Luve! 
And fare thee weel, a while! 
And I will come again, my Luve, 
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile an hour fastball!

See?  Subtle modernization.  Definitely.

Diamond Girl

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