I’m still alive! Bud Selig’s dreams of baseball becoming all international and Vladimir Putin giving Buster Posey honorary Russian citizenship because, hello, he was MVP? Not so alive. The WBC is all finished up, as far as I can tell, although as I said before, I wasn’t really following it that closely. Understatement of the century? Perhaps. Selig’s dreams and mine for the future of Major League Baseball don’t align very well. Maybe because he’s a Leo and I’m an Aries. That might be it, though the internet seems to think Leo and Aries get along just fine. I never trusted the internet anyway.
Or maybe it’s because I ran against him as commish, even if nobody really noticed that little stunt. In any case, I guess the finale was at AT&T Park, but it was raining and I had to paint my nails and there was no way I was going.
Congrats, Dominican Republic on this huge and important win—eh, forget it. I’m just going to stop trying.
Opening Day is fast approaching (less than two weeks, now!) and the rosters have been narrowed down significantly. Pablo Sandoval’s injury has been making a lot of headlines – mostly because people are bored and it’s Spring Training, but also because the extent of it is somewhat unknown and nothing gets people talking like mystery. Dave Groeschner who is (almost)always (never) reassuring said he thinks that Pablo will indeed be ready for Opening Day on April 1st, so it’s just wait and hope time.
Speaking of injuries, since this is mostly just a Yu Darvish fanblog, I feel I should mention that he missed his last start with a stiff neck. He’s scheduled to throw a bullpen tomorrow, so send good vibes and dreamcatchers his way, m’kay?
In other news, I saw Timmy as in Tim Lincecum spelled “Timmie” today. First time for everything.
Diamond Girl
