I am not trying to advertise a cheesy horror film or anything , but: g.o.o.s.e.b.u.m.p.s. Seriously.
I totally felt a clinch in my bones when I woke up this morning so I spent the day in a mildly vegetable-like state, lying in various variations of beds (floor, couch, other bed etc.) and listening to some lame John Mayer stuff. The idea was to not let myself get too worked up, because I knew I’d get plenty worked up tonight.
And it was all for naught. I mean, the lazing was fun and all but then tonight’s game was actually not too stressful at all. It was a veritable (okay, too big a word for a baseball blog, I know) RBI party, instead.
I love RBI parties.
Sorry, am I not making a whole lot of sense? That probably has something to do with the fact that I am standing up and whooping and clapping my hands together in glee between every few words I write. That does lead to some incoherent sentences, you know.
Anyhow! The game just ruled for so many reasons, including, but not limited to the fact, that Michael Young was completely awesome and then glared at Jon Daniels on the podium and JD glared right back. My brother claims I was imagining that, but I am quite positive I was not. (I mean, remember this and this?)
The confetti was also utterly fabulous, too. I have a weakness for confetti and when I started to fall, anything that was left of my, “I am a full-time Giants fan and am not getting too emotionally invested in this.” mantra vaporized into the brownie-tinged air. Why brownies, you ask? Well, it was National Desert Day yesterday and I couldn’t resist the opportunity. That’s why.
The only thing that bothered me about the whole ceremony, though, was the lack of AJ-Preller-thanking. I, personally, am something of a massive Preller fan and believe that Ogando was an MVP in this series, right up there with Cruz. Ogando is, of course, a Preller-ism. But no one said a word in all their copious thank you’s. So AJ, if you’re out there? I thank you very heartily. And give you a hug and some of those brownies.
And hey, say what you will about Laura Bush but I got a couple good looks at her during the broadcast and I want her lipstick color. Tim McCraver’s, though? Not so much. My best guess at the shade was Frosted Fuchsia. Ick, FOX. You should know better. I present you this lipstick matching guide as a helpful tip.
It’s Time, 2.0, people. I cannot wait for the World Series. c.a.n.n.o.t.w.a.i.t.
p.s. The Napoli chant rocks. That is all.