Category Archives: Dailies

Together, We’re Suckers.

MLBlogs is going down for the weekend plus Monday tomorrow so I’m going to go really fast, because I can an irrational fear that it’s going to be working on second and then- poof!, it’ll go down.  That’s probably not irrational, actually.  That’s probably exactly how it’ll happen.  But not until tomorrow.  Breathe, Emily.

 

What are the Giants up to?

 

An, um, six game winning streak.  I feel like I should whisper that because it feels a little tenuous and fragile, but it’s not really out of the blue or anything.  Pieces have fallen into place and the crazy home crowds are working their magic (Is it totally 2010 to say It’s Magic Inside?  Do I really have to say Together, We’re Suckers, or whatever lame slogan they have this year?).

 

And the Giants are in first place, a game on top of Colorado. 

 

That is not tenuous.  At all.  Positive affirmation, remember?

 

The intriguing quote of the day, for me was from the Diamondbacks manager, Kirk Gibson “Those guys are world champions, and they showed it in this series.  I feel like we got outplayed this series.”  It’s funny to hear the manager of another team break out the World Champions thing, since that’s feels like it’s outspokenly bad form to bring that up in the Bay Area and really by this time of year, I think all of baseball is getting over last year.  The comment was intriguing to me, I guess, because Gibson and the D-Backs faced the Giants down the stretch last year and I think the caliber of play the past several days has been up there.

 

Is that me being a total over-analyzer or is that kind of what he was saying?

 

Speaking of which.  I’m back in San Fran and went peddle-boating in Golden Gate Park for a birthday today.  I’d never even heard of the lake before but it was beautiful and there were the greatest turtles everywhere and afterwards at the boathouse I spotted this.

 

 

Giant aw.  I love people who love the Giants.

 

Diamond Girl

About these ads

1 Comment

Filed under Dailies

I Had A Ball.

Not like an I-am-Scarlett-O’Hara ball.  Like I went to baseball game and had a great time. Which, now that I think of it, is a ball(game).  No pun was intended.

The baseball game was in Anaheim which seemed like a bit of a dismal place (sorry, Anaheim-ians) but that may have had to do with the fact that I was half-asleep on the way there.

Let’s just say it’s impossible to be half asleep at the actual stadium because there are so many attendants.  Everywhere.  Talking you to.  All the time. 

Our seats were in the second row, second deck which is the deck I’ve never sat in and it was something else.  There was a nice little restaurant overlooking right field which we watched BP from and the waitress told us her name about 50 times in 10 minutes.  It was impressive.

Our section was right next to the suites and walking through the halls I saw carts with these really fancy cupcakes on them, being delivered to the suites.  I was sorely tempted to pilch a few, but I settled for an ice cream sandwich with chocolate chip cookies.  Whose idea was it to freeze chocolate chip cookies?  Because it’s weird.

When it came down to it, I basically rooted for the Angels.  I have Erick Aybar nostalgia from 2009 ALCS and they have a sweet rookie named Alexi Amarista.  Then again, when the Rangers vs. A’s score (A’s won 7-2) popped up in center field, I switched allegiances.  I gotta stand by my beautiful people who inhabit Texas.

This also helped me root for the White Sox.

Bitter.  Very bitter.

May I also say that I have never been to an even semi-warm baseball game and I was so excited for this one?  Well, when I sat down at 7:00 I had a coat and a blanket.  And it just got colder from there.

Really?

I think I bring the cold weather wherever I go.

Overall, I liked the stadium.  The fans were really mellow (read: totally silent) and the giant Angels caps in the front and yes, the fountain are undeniably a lot of fun.

But they could work on the whole scoreboard situation.

That black bar was there for several innings.

And has anyone else noticed that the clouds look exactly the same, no matter what city you’re in or what the weather’s like?  I think it must have something to do with the stadium lights.

So thank you for your hospitality, Anaheim.  You are definitely the preferable stadium in Southern California.

Diamond Girl

Leave a comment

Filed under Dailies

Hello from Sunny SoCal!

It’s not sunny.  It’s chilly and overcast.  But it might as well be.
 
I am on a mini-vacation here but have, of course, managed to squeeze an Angels game into the agenda.  Photos/review will follow.  I’m still working on the whole hacking KNBR app thing so that I can listen to games on 680 while I’m down here, but I haven’t had a whole lot of success.  (Kidding.  I am not a hacker and I am not trying to cheat MLB.  Just to clear that up so my blog isn’t banned or something.)
 
Anyhow.
 
The Giants completed a sweep of the Rockies on San Fran yesterday and breathed some life back into the 2011 season.  Make that a whole lot of life.  It just makes it all the more maddening because it shows how good this team can be when all the pieces work, they just gotta work more often.  The Diamondbacks are next and they are tied with the Dodgers for third place, so we can break out the D-O-A-B-L-E thing again, with a “very” at the beginning.  As much as I think the crowds should quiet down, being home seems to suit the Giants well.
 
The whole Vogelsong/Zito thing?  I’m not worried.  As far as I can tell, Zito won’t be back for a long time and a lot could change by that point.  If Vogelsong is tearing it up and Zito is atrocious, he can become the motivational speaker/guru for the team or something because the bottom line is that the hottest arm should be playing.  Then again, if Zito is doing passably, Vogelsong should go to the bullpen simply because he can and Zito can’t and the bullpen is very, very important even if not as coveted as the starting 5.
 

What I do have no idea about is Torres’s return.  It should get interesting out there.  I will be watching those lineups as they come out with baited breathe.  While I sit by the side of a pool that has a fake crocodile in it to scare away the ducks that like to live there.  I don’t buy that it’ll work.  Ducks aren’t stupid and that’s a lump of plastic.

Diamond Girl

1 Comment

Filed under Dailies

Fear the Razor and the Moon Might Really Be Made Out Of Blue Cheese

Oh yeah.

Extra inning games and walk-offs tend to bother me, because I think a team should be able to win without ‘em, but that win was really, really good.  It felt like a giant, “Snap out of it!”

I mean, Aubrey’s homer made him kindof/sortof/wecansayitdid snap out of it and we can only hope the same happens for Cody.  And all the Schierholtz /Fontenot wonderfulness is the kind of thing that makes me wear my wacky grin everywhere for a few hours.  But no, they haven’t shut up about his height.  It’s okay.  As long as he’s good, I’ll take it and I’m sure he will too.

Now I’m going to make a bold statement.  You ready?  Need a refill on the popcorn?  Okay.  Get it.  Then hurry back so you can hear my bold statement.  This is it:

People do better without beards.

Cody Ross is example given.  I could go on and on about why psychologically, but physically?  I don’t think it’s rocket science.  I’ve never had a beard (duh factor there) but I imagine it would be kind of uncomfortable, not to mention take a lot of grooming time which takes away from conditioning time, not to mention puts undue stress on your wrists, hands and arms.  Just when Timmy laid off the blowdryer and his hair started looking air-dried that directly correlated to his pitching better.

I know nobody else buys that theory but I dare a beat writer to actually ask him about that.  Just like I dare someone to go take a piece of the moon and eat it and prove it’s not blue cheese, albeit old cheese with no oxygen.  I’m serious.  Okay, I’m not serious about the blue cheese.  But I’m serious about the facial hair/normal hair habits and how that impacts a player.

And… (::looks around, then whispers::) you look better without a beard too.  Fact, Brian Wilson.  Fact.

Worst case scenario?  You end up like this oompa loompa. 

So how about this year the Giants become the clean-shaven team?  Fear the, um, razor?

Diamond Girl

Leave a comment

Filed under Dailies

There’s No Place Like Home

Haven’t blogged since the Mets series started and now it’s ended, huh?  I’ve been doing important things like making cupcakes from scratch in just under 13 minutes (impressive and superwoman-ish), getting a haircut (always traumatic, but especially so when the stylist tells me about her former orange mohawk as she cuts my hair.  I do not want an orange mohawk and I am never letting you near my head with scissors again.) and general biting of nails and adjusting of radio antennae.  The usual.

The Giants won 2 out of 3 with that iffy Vogelsong outing, beyond stellar Lincecum outing and dismal Sanchez outing.  The offense snapped minimally to life and Aubrey had a 3 hit game (!) as well as an extra inning game winning homer. 

I’d be lying if I said I was ever a huge Mike Fontenot person (remember this fateful day when I was left wondering “who is this guy”?  And not in the good way that Kruk says it.) but he does provide some interesting and right now really great depth.  His contribution- and opportunity to contribute at all, really- is unexpected for sure but in a pleasant sort of way.  But I’m sure I speak for the whole Short People community when I say I wish his height wasn’t brought up every time he hits or fields a ball.  Time to get a new storyline, media.  Height is boring.  And do you really want to pay for his therapy bills when you give him a complex?  Didn’t think so.

It’s sort of a best of times/worst of times moment for the boys in orange and black because as thrilled as I am about Timmy and his pitching for the ages, they’re still under .500 and coming home to face the Rockies.  Who are sort of (sort of?) good right now.  It’s not dramatically awful there are just troublesome things, like Sanchez’s two terrible starts in a row and Vogelsong’s one bad start and the fact that we are all really losing patience with Tejada and Posey had fewer hits than him on the road trip which is disturbing as a factoid.

Enough with the downer-ness.  The season is young and unexpected heroes have already stepped up.  There are more waiting in the wings (Hello, Fresno/Seattle/cities with underrated players who are interested in trading) I think. 

And San Francisco is really darn happy to have you all home, losers or winners.

This is, sadly, not a real cake.  Just a mocked up one.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Don’t you dare say “that hardly counted as a no-hitter”.  A no-hitter is a no-hitter and they are beautiful, walks and facing terrible teams or not.  My rose-colored glasses magically appear after every one and I glow for a few hours.  Congratulations to Liriano and the Twins.

Leave a comment

Filed under Dailies