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What Do I Search On YouTube? Well…

After the extraordinary multitude of hideous dresses at the Academy Awards last night, I went to YouTube this evening to search up my favorite Dior fashion show which is fashion-therapeutic for me.  Then I looked back at the search box and what I had typed.

For the record, I was trying to say, “dior spring couture 2011.”  Still, YouTube didn’t seem to care.  It completely ignored that fact that my head is quite possibly screwed on the wrong way and showed me Dior shows, just like I wanted.  But I felt a little head-screwed-on-wrong all the same.

I have now defaced a Galliano dress in the name of this blog.  You are welcome to thank me, y’all.

Speaking of the head problems?  Let’s talk Academy Awards for a moment.  Suffice to say, padded shoulder jackets are terrible- looking at you, Glenn Close- and Howard Shore’s soundtrack to Hugo is one of the greatest in recent history.  But Billy Crystal is always funny and I got 17 out of 24 of my predictions right, which won me my video rental store’s contest and a boatload of free movies, so all is well in the world.

And now that award season is all finished, I am free to attempt a tan (ha!) and talk about Tim Lincecum’s back (problems) 24 hours a day and seven days a week.  In between glaring pointedly at photos of Brian Wilson and simultaneously hoping that he and all the endlessly iffy-somewhat-slightly-injured players are really ready for Opening Day.  Spring Training is just the practice run.  I am terribly jittery about the real thing.

And that Giants-Rangers match-up on March 23rd?  Yeah.  I’m jittery about that too.  My double/triple/quadruple life can be exhausting, you know.  And YouTube always ends up taking the brunt of it.  Someday I will put an apple (not Apple-apple, just a plain ol’ red thing, people) on its desk and thank it for its hard work.

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My Moneyball Movie Review!

I love movies with a predictable twist.

Okay, not really.  I hate movies with a predictable twist, actually.  But you know what I hate even more?  Movies with no twist at all.

Enter Moneyball.

 I woke up with an incredible urging to see the movie now that it’s finally out and even tweeted “Happy #Moneyball Day!”, because, as I’ve said, I really wanted to love it.  But I just didn’t.  A few things in particular…

The Types Were All Wrong

The movie didn’t delve very deep into personalities, which is fine, but I think they got all the stereotypes wrong, too.  One could argue that since it’s a fictionalized account, the characters being realistic isn’t important, but I think in this case the types are integral to the story.  Billy Beane, in particular, came across like a glorified, grown-up jock who was in the right place at the right time and put faith in Peter Brand, who was the smart one.  Brand’s character was also odd to me because his type seemed like he should have been funny, a kind of a klutz, etc.  Instead, he was pretty much a total straight man.

No Big Three

This was a gripe I had with the book, as well, but even more so with the movie.  Where was Mulder?  Hudson?  Zito?   Speaking of which…

The 20th Straight Win

I think Hudson being on the mound was a big part of that game, against the Royals, where the A’s went for their 20th straight win.  More importantly, even, was the whole thing after Hudson was taken out.  Howe brought in someone for the lefty-on-lefty matchup, if I’m remembering correctly and they totally ommited that.  I guess it was cute for the whole “Beane-jinx” storyline for it to seem like the letting in 11 runs was a fluke, but it just felt random and meaningless then.

I think that was just one place out of many where they profoundly missed the original point of Moneyball.  Which is fine, but then they needed to make their own compelling point, you know?

Sabean Doesn’t Talk Like That!

‘Nuff said.  I’m glad they didn’t include Dombrowski’s voice too or I might have ended up being That Person who yells are the screen in the theatre.

The Corn          

Not the yummy, yellow, gets-stuck-in-your-teeth-kind.  The kind that makes you roll your eyes and drum your fingers.  I think Aaron Sorkin is a really great script writer so I don’t know quite where this went wrong, except maybe that they told the story totally straight.  It was weird, really.  And the daughter storyline was undeveloped and incongruous, as far as I could tell.

The Good!

Saving it for last, because I’m a downer like that.  I thought the Hatteberg storyline was absolutely great.  It felt real enough that it made sense, but it also had a nice Hollywood twist to it and worked in a movie format.  The acting was good and the whole thing was well done.  The guy who played Wash was pretty good too.

Overall…

I didn’t hate it as much as I may have implied so far.  It was fine, really.  Just a bit confused, a bit boring and very, very flat.  Not up to its potential, neither a baseball movie or an Oscar movie or even a business movie.  One of the best movies of the year, Rolling Stone?  Eh, nope. 

Diamond Girl

p.s.  I think the Dodgers read my blog post from yesterday and were all, “Scoring eight runs is rad!  We should do it, too!”  Which was not my intent.

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My Paris Hilton’s BFF Shoes, The Zito Breakdown and Mark DeRosa’s Look Alike

My breakdown of Zito, that is.  Not him breaking down in his Range Rover or something.

I’ve spent the past few days doing things like discovering I can only make good ad roughs while chewing watermelon gum and watching the Academy Awards and wondering what is wrong with James Franco (a lot) and deciding that Halle Berry was best dressed, hands down and then having a bit of a Shopalohics Anonymous moment at a shoe store today when I tried on these five inch Steve Madden heels that were covered in gold glitter.  It wasn’t until The Sister alerted me that I looked like Paris Hilton’s BFF that I ditched them.

Most important event of these days though?  The fact that Real Live Baseball Before Your Very Eyes is happening.  It is enough to make me glow more than any glittery Madden heels for days on end.

The game today was a hard one for me, though.  I am a huge Zito fan (you knew that, didn’t you?) and a little apprehensive for his first start, albeit a Cactus League start, since the whole playoff roster thing.  Well, I’ll just say this wasn’t exactly comforting.  I mean, physically it’s not surprising he would be a little off in his first start, but I think the mental thing is a bigger deal for him.  My personal opinion is that his little plans every year are to blame.  I’m sure every player has some sort of plan, but with Zito it always seems to get out.  And they include messing with his pitches or his motion in a big way.  He seems to way overthink it (hey, don’t we all?  He just does it very publicly).  I believe he is a premiere pitcher and a Cy Young Award winner and he just needs to cut the plans and pitch.  Mychael Urban told me that it’s a “go back to roots” thing this year.  I understand that conceptually, but it is, for better or for worse, nine years later than those roots and that doesn’t seem like it’s poised to succeed, to me.  There is such a thing as being too smart and we all experience it from time to time.  The NFL knows it too.  Mostly, Zito is obviously someone who needs a little space to figure things out, so I hope it was just, um, first game weirdness?  ::crosses fingers::

Otherwise, the game was pretty encouraging for us San Franciscans and wanna-be-San-Franciscans and San-Franciscans-at-heart.  Brandon Belt basically screamed, Listen, y’all! and DeRosa actually seemed healthy out there which is bizarre and lovely at the same time.  DeRosa and healthy feel almost like oxymorons.  But I hope not.


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Isn’t that guy a total Mark DeRosa look alike?  He’s Rufus Sewell and I saw him in Tristan and Isolde, which, by the way, is not worth watching even to spot the DeRosa doppelganger.  And the fact that I think they look alike has nothing to do with the character being named Marke.

So that is my giant catch-up session because it’s been way too long and not blogging for two whole days is ridiculous.  Hugs and lemon poppy-seed muffins to all.  I really need to make some of those.  It’s been too long.

Diamond Girl

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Why Barbra Streisand is a Better Awards Show Host than Harold Reynolds and Greg Amsinger

They should have just re-named the This Year in Baseball Awards the Giants Rule the Universe Awards, for 2010.  Seriously, we stole the show.  I agreed with most the selections, although I think Madison and Cain are overlooked way too much.  In my mind, one of them should have been Postseason MVP (or, you know, that guy named Cody Ross who hits homeruns obsessively?) instead of Timmy.  Not to say Lincecum didn’t do well- even very, very well- but in my mind he wouldn’t be the postseason MVP. 

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Cain and MadBum seem happy enough, though.

And then I sort of think looking at the 2010 payrolls (from US Weekly’s website) tells its own story:  one of the teams in the World Series had the ninth highest payroll, one had the 27th.  Sabean was brilliant about handling his team, no doubt, but I think Daniels should have been Executive of the Year. 

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The dorky player photo thing obviously transcends the field.  It applies to the front office too.

What really annoyed me about the Gibby’s, though, was how the hosts of the presentation show, Harold Reynolds and Greg Amsinger, announced a winner and then explained who they thought should have won and showed a highlight reel for that person.  Then they talked briefly about the actual winner.  Can you imagine if Barbra Streisand had announced Kathryn Bigelow as Best Director and then explained why James Cameron should have won and shown clips of Avatar?  Not cool, MLB.  Not cool at all.

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p.s.  Utterly off-topic, but The Voyage of the Dawn Treader is the best Narnia movie yet.  King Caspian lost the Spanish-ish accent (and upgraded from his title of Prince) and it’s absolutely beautiful and very funny.  It’s slightly overdone at points, but if you need some offseason distraction, Diamond Girl says check it out.

And the Teenage Girl with Ichiro Being the “Ultimate Teenage Girl” should have won Fan Moment of the Year.  Ichiro ran into her trying to catch a ball and she is decked out in tons of Mariners gear.  Bo the Bailer has a lame nickname and no girlfriend.  Obvious winner much?

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