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Happy Anniversary to Me! And The Scoop On The Really Very Odd Roadtrip.

I can’t believe it’s been a year.  It’s been an incredibly fun- and fast- 12 months for me and my blog and, you know, the Giants.  They, um, won a World Series.  I harbor a (secret?  No longer.) belief that it has to do with me and my li’l blog.  But don’t tell anyone I said that.  I’m also guessing the Really Very Odd Roadtrip is somehow attributable to me.

They won in an injury-ridden train wreck tonight in Los Angeles, as luck would have it.  No wonder Bochy is so into leaving his starters in too late.  Wilson blew the lead and then came back, got maybe injured, and got the win.  Huff made atrocious defense plays.   But people hit, which is always in improvement.  And Rowand got injured.  I hope it’s not serious.  Please.  Please.  Please.  Then there was Mark DeRosa weirdness.  Everyone’s saying that’s his last Major League at bat, but I’m hoping against it.  The Giants still owe him piles of cash and it’s in everyone’s best interest if he’s available to perform in some dimension.  Never mind those 0-fer numbers.  I’m aware.  But him and his freaky wrist sittin’ out all year just isn’t a positive alternative, to me.  We shall see.

Otherwise, today was depressing because Armando was DFA’ed (something I blissfully failed to notice until my brother broke the news to me, with remarkably little tact.  He could have done it more gently).  Remember when I said the Giants should pick him up in one of my personal favorite blog posts (check it out because it’s my anniversary and I can bully you into anything for a few more hours) that I’ve written?  Same thing applies.  They can ditch MadBum or Vogelsong or Lincecum or whatever and make room for Armando.  Okay.  Maybe not.  Now that I think about it, the Giants probably aren’t the best fit for him right now.  But I hope he finds a job.  And succeeds.  I really do. 

And then I read that Billy Beane had shoulder surgery today.  I’ll resist the insane urge to make some cracks about the A’s (hell, look at the Giants) and their injuries and suffice to say that I hope he gets better real fast and that when he becomes a total celebrity after Moneyball comes out, a la Mark Zuckerberg after The Social Network, I will say I was a fan before.  You’ll vouch for me, right?  Thanks.

And I ever so slightly retract my sarcasm about Cody Ross’s brilliance.  I see it, a little.  But don’t say I told you so.

Diamond Girl

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Coors Field the Chamber of Horrors and Remember The Balloon Scene in Despicable Me?

We sucked all the air out of Chase Field.  And then, yeah, they sucked the air of us.  Basically, Madison showed encouraging signs aside from the 32 pitch first inning (ouch), Posey and Sandoval went back-to-back with the longball while Huff hit his first of this year, Rowand shows no signs of slowing down (toothy smile) and they are still desperately in need of an Inspirational Defense Coach.

Which is all to say that the game wasn’t that bad.  It was just bad in that they didn’t lose, they made me think they would win and then they lost.  À la Despicable Me balloon scene.  (Can’t find the clip online, but he comes up to a crying little boy, makes him happy with a balloon animal, and then promptly pops it and leaves the child in tears once again.)

 

Coors Field is up tonight.  Say that out loud.  Doesn’t it sound like The Chamber of Horrors, or something?  No?  Must just be me.  And have to do with the creepy humidor.  Wins would be absolutely lovely, but I’m not exactly predicting them.  Positivity only, so I won’t predict anything.

And is this article from the Dallas Observer about Colby Lewis for real?  I’ve been following the Rangers with wide eyes this year, though I haven’t written much about them, and while I get that the reporter is frustrated with them cooling off, what he says is just obscenely ridiculous.

“In Game 2, Colby Lewis is scheduled to start after missing his last regular turn in the rotation because — I’m not making this up — his wife, Jenny, was giving birth in California. To the couple’s second child.  Don’t have kids of my own but I raised a step-son for eight years. I know all about sacrifice and love and how great children are.  But a pitcher missing one of maybe 30 starts? And it’s all kosher because of Major League Baseball’s new paternity leave rule?  Follow me this way to some confusion.  Imagine if Jason Witten missed a game to attend the birth of a child. It’s just, I dunno, weird. Wrong even.  Departures?  Totally get it because at a funeral you’re saying goodbye to someone for the last time. But an arrival is merely saying hello to someone you’ll see the rest of your life.  Dave Bush filled in for Lewis last week in Detroit and threw three scoreless innings of a game that Mark Lowe and the bullpen eventually coughed up. But that’s not the point. Baseball players are paid millions to play baseball. If that means “scheduling” births so they occur in the off-season, then so be it. Of the 365 days in a year, starting pitchers “work” maybe 40 of them, counting spring training and playoffs.  If it was a first child, maybe. But a second child causing a player to miss a game? Ludicrous.”

Let’s clear a few things up.  Nobody thinks you’re making this up.  It is not in the least bit ludicrous.  It’s not even rare.  I know MLB has a new paternity leave rule, but before that players took off for their children’s births anyway (I remember Santiago Casilla last year and Cole Hamels in 2009).  I don’t even know what to say about the “an arrival is merely saying hello to someone you’ll see the rest of your life.”  I, too, have not had kids, but I don’t think that’s how parents view births.  If you want to shell Colby Lewis for his pitching or his hair or his choice of walk-up music, fine.  But please don’t do it about his paternity leave.  Not cool at all.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Happy Anniversary, 1906 Earthquake.  That 3.8 was cute.  Just don’t go getting ideas that we’re okay with something bigger. 

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The Ring Ceremony, Twin Name Suggestions and the Pitching Staff’s Teeth

Quick notes of the ring ceremony… green is hard color to pull off.  And the green of the boxes on the field really clashed with the green of the grass.  Call me a nit-picker, but that was a pretty nit-picky ceremony.  And did you notice that the farther down the line they got, the goofier they got?  They were stoic at the beginning and partying at the end.  And yes, it was more than slightly overdone.  Really?  Silver platters?

Moving on… congratulations to Kristen and Gerald Dempsey the Third!  I’ve always wanted to do this and Buster’s is finally giving me the chance.  Twin name suggestions.  A useful list for our Rookie of the Year.

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*Whiteside and Molina (he stole their jobs.  The least he could do is name his kids after them, right?)

*Luke and Leia

*S & F (though this might garner some uncomfortable questions about what they stand for)

*Erin and Aaron

*Lee and Sburg (Leesburg, GA, that is.)

*Bruce and Brian (you know what I’m talkin’ about, right?)

*Ray and Rocky (going with the baseball theme)

*Kristen and Kirsten (after their mama)

*May and May (in honor of his call-up month)

*Jon and Dave OR Kruk and Kuip

*And lastly… the best twins ever.  Thompson and Thomson.

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I’m going to be honest:  I fell asleep during yesterday’s game.  I vaguely remember Rowand missing a ball and when I woke up it was a few innings later.  So I my opinions are a little disjointed.  Basically, the thing that bothered me was that the so-called A Squad doesn’t seem a whole lot less threatening than B Squad, who played today.  The team- particularly the offense- just seems a little sleepy to me.  They’ve obviously had good games but I still think they need friendly whack across the face (happy to, you know, oblige).  Andres Torres healing up really fast and that closer of theirs wising up really fast wouldn’t hurt either.

And since Bruce Bochy said that there’s some “crud” going around the clubhouse?  I’d like to suggest some Immune Support Tea from Yogi.  Not only is that stuff magic but it also tastes like a piece of heaven.  That coming from a pure black coffee gal.

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p.s.  Does someone running the Giants website have a wacky sense of humor?  Or an obsession with the pitching staff’s teeth?

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My Grizzly Birthday!

Let’s just say we had some quality entertainment on the way down to Fresno.


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It was maddening and riveting at the same time and I can’t say I cried when Wilson blew the save.  My team spirit when he’s pitching basically disappears.  Can’t bring myself to root for him.  But when Rowand walked-off?  Oh yes.  I was cheering.

The game actually didn’t seem that weird to me.  The 2010 Giants did that kind of thing a whole lot and Wilson was, of course, totally torturous.  During the postseason, they blew past everyone but the team doesn’t usually do things the easy way.  And that can get ugly.  Not to be a downer, or anything. 

I’ll also admit that I’ve never watched a banner raising before, but that one was beautifully executed.  And the banner, when it was folded up, looked exactly like the fleece Giants blanket I made a while back.  And how many times do you think they practiced the cueing of We Are the Champions to get it right?  Because it was so right.

Anyway.  Fresno.  It was great.  Really, really, great and totally different.  We were two rows from the field, by the bullpen and it was so quiet you could probably have heard a pin drop.  The fans don’t cheer.  Ever so occasionally, they whistle (that’s trendy, I guess) but the PA’s attempts to get cheers going were totally in vain.  It really refocused the game, though, and I could hear Jackson Williams (catching in the bullpen) and an unidentified person who was spotting them talking which was entertainment in and of itself.  It was a pretty tight game but the Grizzlies lost to the Las Vegas 51s 4-1.  Emmanuel Burriss who was tearing it up and, frankly, just looks like a big leaguer, set a Grizzlies record with four stolen bases in one game. 

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It was absolutely freezing (what else is new?) and we spent most of the game discussing how Brian Sabean/Bobby Evans/Other Front Office People get down there from San Fran.  Because it’s a long drive.  I kind of think they have a rock star decked out helicopter.  Of maybe they just use the airport.

I did have one big problem with the game and that was the trivia question near the beginning:

Which Grizzly went to the Pirates in the Javier Lopez trade?

I’ll tell you which Grizzly.  The one who I changed my background to Pirates-themed for, for a day, because I am such a huge fan.  Joe Martinez.  They didn’t have to bring that up.  It’s an emotional subject for me.  The question was multiple choice and one of the answers was Eugenio Velez and the PA guy pronounced it Ay-oo-gene-ee-o.  Do you think he did that every night when Velez was there?  Because that would have driven me insane.

This was my first minor league game and two things really struck me.

First, that these guys are so close to being Major Leaguers- plenty of them have been called up sometime- and still they are in a totally different stratosphere down there.  Why is everyone so uninterested?  There’s a really fine line between these guys and MLB players.

Secondly, they didn’t seem huge into team spirit.  Which makes sense, but felt strange anyway.  Neither team seemed that interested in who was winning.  I guess it’s really about individual player performance (which, of course, include teamwork.  Just doesn’t depend on the team winning.) but it still bizarre to watch.

It was really a lovely birthday and felt deliciously old style.  Like that stadium experience might have been that way, way back when.

 

Flowers and birthdays are a match made in heaven.

Catch y’all later.  The (discriminatory) Orange and Black Attack Team are rocking tuxes and that is big news. 

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Cliffy and A-Rod’s year book photos?  Too cute.

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My Ode to Dodger Fans (No, Really) and Dan Runzler’s Cheerleader Outfit

Yes, when I watched the last 15 minutes of March Madness I rooted for Butler.  They looked so dismal and heartbroken.  I had to.  Poor guys.

I wanted to take this off day to talk about the events of Opening Day in Los Angeles, when two Dodgers fans beat three Giants fans in the parking lot after the game.  It’s a terrible event and an insult to baseball fans everywhere.  Particularly Dodger fans.  I’ve seen a lot of people online saying things like “this is common at Dodger stadium” and “all Dodger fans are like this”.   I would just like to state for the record that it ain’t true.  I’ve spent my fair share of time there in Giants gear, and have I gotten heckled?  Yes.  Booed?  Oh yeah.  But the majority of it is actually friendly.

The truth is that people are making this about baseball and I don’t think it is.  The line in the initial article I read, “yelling anti-Giants slurs” made me laugh.  In a terrible way.  It sound so ridiculous.  Like they should be yelling racist slurs or something.  Seriously?  Yelling anti-Giants slurs?   So beyond sad.  I’ve also heard it said that gangs associate the Giants with the NorCal gangs and the Dodgers with their SoCal gangs, which is a huge problem.

It happened at a baseball game and was baseball related, but people who are associating these people with Dodger fans are just wrong.  This is a deeper and more complex problem that manifested itself in a baseball setting.  Thoughts and prayers are with the orange and black victims. 

And now that I’ve been sufficiently Dodger friendly (hello, I defended you guys) I will say that I hate you all for starting off the Giants 1-3.  My comment on yesterday’s game is basically that I am looking forward to seeing Runzler on Opening Weekend in Fresno.  I think on every team there’s this one guy that everyone is fed up with by the organization still believes in.  I think Runzler is that guy, for the Giants.  We’ve seen enough.   If Bochy/Sabean still feel the need to keep him around, maybe they make cheerleading uniforms for 6″4 guys?  We don’t have to get rid of him entirely.  He seems nice.  I just don’t want him on the mound.

Way back when during the playoffs last year, when Aaron Rowand hit a home run, I was at a viewing party and someone said, “Emily’s boy hit a home run!”  Because I am the sole Aaron Rowand fan on this planet, I guess he’s my boy.  So my boy hit a home run last night too.  What was that you said, doubters?

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