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Fabulous Noses and Fluidity in Pitching (AKA, the Alexi Ogando Post)

So it’s less than two hours until game time and to say I am amped would be an understatement.  I am so amped it is not even funny.  (And I only had one coffee today, so this ain’t a caffeine thing.  Probably.  It was a big coffee, after all, so you can never be sure.)  As you probably know by now, I don’t have cable, so tonight’s Giants-Rangers matchup is going to be the first game of the year on TV for yours truly.  As if Giants-Rangers wasn’t exciting enough to start with.  Seriously, these people are trying to give me Baseball Fan Collapsing Syndrome or something.  I have my mini blueberry muffins and a glass of milk and my flat iron at the ready, just in case it gets real close and I need some stress-relief.

The icing on the cake, in a purely non-actual cake sort of way, is that Alexi Ogando is pitching for Texas. (Texas in Arizona, that is.  Spring. Training. Is. So. Weird.)   He is currently sporting a 7.20 ERA, but I have serious faith all the same.

Let’s just say I adore him.  Even aside from the obvious fact that he has a fabulous nose, there is his long and fascinating story to the big leagues (which you should read about here, if you haven’t already) and then the actual fact of watching him pitch.  The fluidity of which returns all my childlike wonder about pitchers and how they move.  For lack of a better way to say it, he is ah-mazing.

But this does, of course, lead us to the usual quandary: who am I rooting for?  So I’ll just give the usual answer: that remains to be seen.  I cannot promise anything right now.  When I get plopped in front of the telly, my Multiple Fandom Disorder tends to kinda-sorta-really rear its head and there’s nothing I can do then, right?  Right.  I should probably get a shrink.  But it will have to be after a bunch of mini-cupcakes and one heart-wrenching baseball game.  Maybe then.  I’ll be in a better state of mind and actually able to discuss normal things like Ryan Vogelsong and Freddy Sanchez and DL stints and train wreck games (cough, last night, cough). 

My very favorite train wreck photo, used with alarming frequency last season.

For now, though, I am pushing train wrecks from the mind and baseball as the rain blows in.  I love you too, San Francisco weather.

Diamond Girl

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I Am Thankful For…

…in addition to other things, Elf Yourself.  Seriously, I wait all year for that thing.  So when it became that time again recently, I figured I couldn’t miss a chance to dance with Selig.  And (NL MVP, might I add?) Brauny.  And The Zito himself, of course.

(WordPress is sily and won’t let me imbed it, so just click on the photo to see.)

Awesome, right?  I know.

Anyhow, I’d better go now, because I am so excited for the cranberries that I can barely write.  My fingers are (kindasorta) shaking at the thought.  Yo, enjoy, my friends, okay?  Thanksgiving is too fabulous to not enjoy.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  In addition, yes, I am thankful for baseball and béisbol and the Giants and the Rangers and Alexi Ogando via A.J. Preller  and all of that.  I am not as ungrateful as I might appear.  Really.

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It’s Time, 2.0! This One Goes Out to AJ Preller.

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.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  The Napoli chant rocks.  That is all.

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A Dystopia, Featuring Churros, Bud Selig and Joe Torre!

I suffered through seeing a 2-0 lead vaporized in one swing of a Tiger bat in the third inning, only to miss the grand payoff in the 11th, on a wild goose chase that may or may not have been centered around my hair.  (Fine.  It was.  I admit it.)

Oh, did I mention that grand payoff?

It was grand in the sense that it was awesome, but also in the sense that it was a grand-freaking-slam from Nelson Cruz.  Walk-off.  In the 11th.  First walk-off grand slam in the playoffs in the history of Major League Baseball.  I’ve watched it over more times than I care to mention and it gives me goosebumps every time.  Seriously, haven’t these playoffs just been the most dramatic anyone could ever possibly have hoped for?  I can just imagine Joe Torre sitting in the stands, looking satisfied and evil.

Speaking of Torre!  I’m a little torn.  I think he looks less scary in a suit than in a uniform, but there’s also something vaguely menacing about the idea of him working of the league.  Um, dystopia waiting to happen, anyone?

I’m sure I’m being unfair to him and he’s a totally teddy bear, in reality, but… I can’t quite get rid of that image of him (in a Dodgers uniform, of course) being Selig’s silent, right-hand man as Bud takes over the US and makes candy illegal and makes everyone he doesn’t like sell churros or something.  Really, am I alone on this?

And if I am alone and you are staring at your computer screen in disbelief right now because of that rant, then blame FOX who interviewed him more times then they needed to, during the rain delay the other night and put all this jazz in my head.

Lastly, I would just like to say that I am very stoked for the Rangers and all, but they are most certainly testing my fandom by sporting those ridiculous beards.  Josh Hamilton looks like someone splashed tomato sauce on his face and Mike Napoli looks like he always shaves a little-too-high-onto-the-neck-which-turns-into-chin.  So, yeah, I have a little present for them.

Thank the stars Alexi is clean-shaven and I can still love him to death.  Okay, ‘nuff whining for the day.  Antlers and rain and cinnamon sticks in coffee to all!

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Why do the Canadians get Thanksgiving before us?  Why?

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Why the Long Face?

Alexi Ogando, David Murphy, Justin Verlander, Mike Adams and Rick Porcello walked into a bar and the bartender was all, Why the long face?

Seriously, this was the Matchup of the Long Faces like I’ve never seen before in a baseball game.

(For the record, Lucky magazine suggests sleek, oversized sunglasses for the long faced crowd, a la Jackie O.- their words, not mine.)

Anyhow, yesterday’s game, the first of the ALCS, was sort of a marathon.  It took just about five hours and there were two rain delays, equally about an hour and fifty minutes.  The Rangers displayed the brilliant awesomeness of their bullpen and I was given ample time to gaze at Alexi Ogando and his magical pitching.  He is my new favorite Ranger.  In fact, watching him spurred a conversation that went something like this…

Me:  I love Alexi Ogando!

My father:  Isn’t ‘love’ a little strong?

Me:  No?

Him:  Shouldn’t love be reserved for… Jon Daniels or something?

Well, maybe.  But still.  Ogando rulz.  With a z, people.  With a z.

Diamond Girl

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