The pitching matchup for tonight!
Am I thousand years behind everyone else in noticing this? Alternately, seeing as there are a thousand and one 55s in MLB, does nobody else care? Tonight is a big game, of course, because every Lincecum start is a chance at redemption and what better way to lead into redemption than that 12-7 win last night? (Correction: Thanks to tweeter @jeni_2782 for pointing out that the final was actually 14-7. Say what? I’m telling you, I can’t keep track of a team that actually scores runs.) I am not used to those crooked numbers, not used to them at all. I mean, for a little bit there, I felt like I was watching the Rangers. Then I remembered that the Rangers have a cool General Manager who broadcasts a few innings of his team’s games on the radio and things and the Giants have Brian Sabean. Talk about a reminder of what’s what. That was kind of a sad moment but still, I enjoyed the game.
The Marlins stadium still weirds me out but, hey, if nightclubs are kind of their thing, who am I to criticize? I am setting my wedding date with Kate Spade New York as I write. Besides, that tidbit about the club section being so loud they couldn’t hear the phone in the bullpen is seriously priceless. Remember when Tony La Russa suggested smoke signals because there was a big miscommunication between the bullpen and the dugout? I thought it was a fantastic idea. The Marlins might consider it too, just as long as they can figure out how to create teal smoke. I have complete faith on that front.
The internet knows what I’m talking about.
Let’s also just talk Melky Cabrera for a moment, before I go. That guy, guys. He is the best thing to happen to San Francisco since Joe Martinez or something. (No sarcasm there, I am terribly partial to Joe Martinez. Never mind the stats.) I admit to being perpetually puzzled by the Melk Men thing – I think it’s before my time maybe… don’t judge but I kind of get my milk at a grocery store – but with due love to J-Sanch, the Giants got the best part of that trade. The best, the best. Observe:
Tiene Leche, as the Yankees used to say. Maybe we’re not cursed after all?