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The Kaleidoscope Team

Well.  Wow.  What to say?  It was just me and my dad at home when the Giants clinched but we had the radios on in my room, his office and the room in between so that we wouldn’t miss a moment while we walked back and forth.  And there was lots of hugging and a few tears (those were mine) when the Giants clinched.  I was actually pretty mellow the whole game, surprising for me and I did not flatiron my hair or make brownies, though I did chew an undisclosed amount of gum.  Those are my three ways of dispelling nervous energy- what are yours?  I will need them a lot in these coming weeks.

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I adore this photo.  Just had to include it.

Of all the fantastic articles and great quotes published in the last 24 hours, this part of Andrew Baggerly (San Jose Mercury News) was my favorite by far…

For the first time since 1971, the Giants clinched a postseason berth with a victory in their final regular-season game; Juan Marichal pitched a five-hit complete game that day at old San Diego Stadium to make the Giants NL West champions.

“Yeah, but he didn’t hit a triple,” said Jonathan Sanchez, chin raised.

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I think that triple was so perfect for the last game of the year and the clincher because it really speaks volumes about the team.  I’ll admit, it always worries me when a hit by the pitcher or Aaron Rowand, for example, wins the game.  Because I wonder, If we’re relying on these unreliable hitters to win, what will happen when they do the expected, and get out?  I’ve basically come to terms with just being how the teams is and it works.  My new name for the 2010 Giants is “The Kaleidoscope Team”.  The definition I got on the internet for kaleidoscope is, “a complex pattern of constantly changing colors and shapes.”  Isn’t that so the Giants?

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I’ve also always marveled at how much a team comes to resemble its city, though most of the players and coaches are not even from the city.  But the Giants are just like San Francisco; diverse, a little quirky, but at the same time successful and classy.  The Yankees are a lot like NYC.  No explanation needed, on that.

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Corny as it may be to include a photo of the Golden Gate Bridge, a giant red bridge is kind of indicative of this beautiful city.

I’m proud of being a fan of the kaleidoscope team and living in the kaleidoscope city.  Let’s take this show on the road and display to the world how San Fran does things.

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On the End of the Season, Barry Zito Second Career Idea, Coming Right Up and My Thoughts on All Things Contractual

Quickly… I’m honored and flattered to have my blog on the front of MLBlogs.  Thank you, people who decide those kinds of things!  But could you have chosen a picture where I wasn’t having a bad hair day?  That was a Bad Hair Day with capitals.  Do you think that’s why Ryan Braun didn’t come over?  Never mind.  Let’s have this conversation another time.

I want you to know that this game is giving me nightmares.  It’s not like I’ve never dreamt about baseball before.  Last offseason I dreamt that Barry Zito was having Thanksgiving dinner with my family and he kept falling asleep on his plate of noodles, and he didn’t look great with tomato sauce on his face, but this was different.  (That dream does beg the question: “Why were you eating noodles on Thanksgiving?”  Good question.  Don’t know the answer.)  Last night I dreamt that the Giants last game kept going on and on and no one would tell me the Braves score.  I was running around the house yelling, “Did it go final?”  I think it’s time for the regular season to be over.

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Photo not by me.  I don’t really eat noodles that much.  I just dream about eating noodles.

The regular season and the playoffs feel really different from each other, obviously, and today feels like the end of the marathon, which has literally lasted more than half a year.  It still feels less like a marathon, though, because it’s about one game or three games right now, so we’re getting a taste of the playoffs, instead of the “lots of time” mindset.  It’s going to be fun, no question, but I’m still sad for the endless every day spring and summer games to be over.  It drizzled today.  Where did the year go?  Did this go as fast for you as it did for me?  I’m looking at the year and it reminds me of Zito’s start yesterday.  A kind of, “Oops, that happened too fast, can we go back?”  It was ugly, yesterday.

My assessment about the Willie Mac Award has always basically been that 100,000 fans opinions are equivalent to one Barry Zito opinion.  Literally, they are, because the winner of the fan vote counts as one, just each player or staff member vote counts as one.  Self-esteem denting much, fans?  But those 100,000 fans together might pitch a little better than Zito did yesterday.  At least they might throw strikes albeit strikes that would land in McCovey Cove.  As we always say to console parents whose kids are getting snowed at Little League games, “At least he’s throwing hard.  At least he’s in the zone.”  When they start walking in runs, we say, “Does he play soccer in the offseason?”  (Just kidding, about that, by the way.  We actually nod soulfully.)

If his pitching career fails, I’d like to suggest a new career as a nail polish namer.  I’m not really clear on how you get into that industry, but name recognition might help.  Do you think people who hire nail polish namers would be familiar with a Cy Young Award winner?  You never know.  Anyway.  The reasoning behind my idea is in his nicknaming of Pablo Sandoval which has becoming one of the great marketing tools of the Modern Era (I’m talking about Pablo “Kung Fu Panda” Sandoval, not Pablo “Strand-Em-All” Sandoval) and his naming of his sporadic radio show “The Unicorn Hour”.  That might have been dreamed up by a brilliant young marketing executive at KNBR, but it kind of sounds like he came up with it.  And if he ever lacks inspiration, he could just dig into his 126 million dollars and hire someone to come up with ideas for him.  Take it from someone who spends a small fortune (a small fortune in my terms.  Not even on the radar screen in terms of 126 million dollars) on nail polish.  They need some fresh blood in the naming process.

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Photo by me.  One of my favorite ways to waste time is to photograph bottles of nail polish from interesting angles.  For once, I am not kidding.

It may sound like I’m picking on Zito about his contract, so I want to make it really clear that I’m not and I’d like to take this time to state my opinion on all things contractual.  Let’s say the thought process goes like this:  Coming home from a hard day of work to your family, who you are desperately trying to support in tough economic times.  You turn on your radio and hear, “And Zito walks in another run.”  You think, “God, how long would it take me to make as much as he makes in one GAME?  I hate Barry Zito.”

That’s where the thought process goes wrong.  I’d like to put us all in a room, getting offered 126 million dollars for doing nothing.  I think we’d all say yes.  Zito got offered that money to do what he’s probably wanted to do since he was a little kid.  You can hate the industry of baseball for how much its athletes get paid or you can hate Brian Sabean for signing someone to such a huge contact for so many years, but why hate Zito himself, exactly?  Take Aaron Rowand as another example.  The guy is notorious for working as hard as he possibly can to do his job well.  And some General Manager offered him financial stability for the rest of his life.  Why hate Aaron Rowand?

All kidding and hard stuff aside, though, I still believe in Zito, if only because he seems programmed to contradict people, like the rest of his current team.  He’s been Gollum for a while now, but he could still become “a light when all other lights go out.”, if given the chance.  To take a page out of NY baseball lore (since we’re the mercenary Yanks now):  You Gotta Believe.  Or, you know:  You Gotta Bereave.  We’ll see.  Stay tuned, darling people.  The marathon is going… going… gone…

Diamond Girl

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