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My Name Is Emily and I Don’t Vote for the All Star Game

I am an unabashed lover of the dollar store.  Because the dollar store is pretty much the greatest thing since the doughnut store next door.  That’s right, there’s a doughnut store next to the dollar store.  I rest my case.

Anyhow, I’m telling you this because I was there a few weeks ago and there was this plastic flamingo balloon thing and in that moment I was absolutely positive it was going to change my life, plus it was a dollar (mostly that), so obviously I bought it.  Also obviously: I regretted it the second I got it out the door.  It’s one of those things you can’t ever get rid of, though.  Like, I’ve tried.  I’ve stashed it away where I think I’ll never have to see it again, but it just keeps resurfacing.  And I can’t be bothered to just throw it away, so the flamingo is here to stay, I think.  I’ve named it Stephanie.

flamingo

This is the actual flamingo.  Thanks, internet.  I’ll forgive you for the time when you hated me and wouldn’t load pages, by which I mean every day.  Actually, I don’t forgive you.

I’m telling you that because it’s kind of a powerful analogy that I’d like to use for the fact that I haven’t voted for the All Star Game in about four years, with one notable exception.  (Which I will get to later.)  But I just can’t bring myself to angle away from my Twitter/pretty exceptional Spotify playlists/enough What To Wear and What Not To Wear Article to Paper All the Walls of My Theoretical Mansion in Malibu and get to voting.

That’s not quite it.  I could probably drag myself away from those riveting things mentioned above if I cared about voting, but I don’t.  I don’t much like the All Star Game and I’m never sure who to vote for so I sometimes write in Joe Martinez and Eugenio Velez and Dave Grohl, because really, what baseball needs is an celebrity All Star Game, like the NBA has.  I mean, Jack White is totally closer material.

So that’s why I don’t vote, I guess?  But I do like that by being a Giants fan I get the reputation of being a ballot-stuffer.  It’s kind of like being really badass by association, no leather jacket or motorcycle needed.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Oh yes!  The story about the time I did vote.  It was when Yu Darvish was up for the final vote.  I think I voted 75 times, or whatever the maximum is.  Because I love Yu.  I also might have been really bored or hyped on coffee that day?  I can’t remember.  I also can’t remember if he ended up winning that and I’m too lazy to reach for the Google, so I’ll just live with the mystery.

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Sit Back, We’ve Got This – Love, The San Francisco Giants

83rd MLB All Star Game is in the books and what an All Star Game it was.  It was basically the Sit Back, We’ve Got This – Love, The San Francisco Giants Game and it couldn’t have been more fun to sit back and watch.  For us fans and for everyone else on the NL squad.  Not that Ryan Braun didn’t put on a bit of a show (remember his completely unnecessarily dramatic catch in ’09?  No?  You’re not the president of the Ryan Braun Fan Club like I am?) and combined, the National League pitchers held the explosive American League lineup scoreless, which is pretty darn impressive.

Still, it was the Giants night.  Maybe it was inspired by Sandy Alderson’s, ahem, well-thought out comments or maybe they just do well in Kansas City.  Buzzing Selig.  We need the AL Central in Interleague Play next season.

The music was all country and all atrocious, I had the unsquashable urge to yell “Clown question, bro,” every time Bryce Harper poked his head onto the screen and my belief that pinstripes are the most fab uniform ever was affirmed when Jeter and Cano and Granderson took the field.  I was also wearing borderline pinstripes of my own.  I think the people at H&M are secretly Yankee fans because they sell loads of clothes with pinstripes and then how can I possibly resist buying them?  (I can’t, in case you’re wondering.)

Home field advantage is now safely resting on the NL side for 2012 and I can’t lie, this whole All Star break has got me craving the postseason.  And autumn food.  Pumpkins and cinnamon and… yeah.  Mostly the playoffs, not the food, trust me.

Also!  For those of you who have read this blog when the Marlins are in town (if you haven’t, catch up here), you know the whole “Marlins and the trout” thing.  I swore it off after repeating it, oh, five thousand times but when Sergio Romo tweeted this photo yesterday from his Tahoe vacay, I couldn’t resist.

See, according to Sean Parker logic, people don’t hang a photo of themselves with a trout over their fireplace – they want to show off the 20 ton marlin or whatever.  Since Twitter is a virtual over-your-fireplace, my world = shaken.  Because this picture is him with a trout.  People aren’t supposed to want to display that.  Just excuse me while I reorient my world view.  I’ll be back tomorrow.

Diamond Girl

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A Chance to Win Diamond Girl’s Firstborn!

How can you win the awesome prize stated in the title?  By voting for Yu, of course.  You have until 1:00 PT to vote – so about 40 minutes- and all you have to do is:  tweet the hashtag #VoteYu (yep, that counts as a vote) or vote the good old-fashioned way right here or text “A2″ to 89269.

If you do this and tell me you did by messaging me on Pinterest or whatever, you will be entered to win my theoretical firstborn.  Terms and conditions apply.  See the cupcake shop around the corner for details.

Diamond Girl

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Fun In DC. Just Kidding, Not Fun At All.

DC has not treated us well.  It’s not that, big picture-wise, things are that bad.  The Giants are tied with the Dodgers for first place with a few days to go until the All Star Break and they’re currently on track for a 90-win season.  Brandon Crawford is edging in on .250 and The Pablo Sandoval of the Cute Nickname hit a single, a double and a pretty fab homer.  We have a million and one All Stars on our team, for Pete’s sake.  Things are looking up.

Well, no.  Not exactly.  Yesterday, Tim Lincecum got shelled and basically looked like a drowned animal out there and then Madison took the mound today and things were not a lot better.  See, I know that the ball flies well in hot weather but isn’t that supposed to apply to, um, both sides?  Perhaps in the nation’s capital all the rules change.  Because the Nationals are hotter than hot at this moment and holding onto the best record in the National League.  Get those conspiracy theories about the Nationals having the same name as the National League out of your system.  Done?  Okay.  Let’s move on.

Anyhows, this was a bad moment to head to DC.  The weather is dismal and the Nats are very, very good.  The Giants are showing signs of fading.  Before you snap at me, I don’t mean fading for good.  Just fading as in can-all-25-of-us-go-to-the-All-Star-Game-already kind of fading.  It’s like the last week of school.  Everyone wants to get to the good stuff.  Good stuff being the second half.  Because I have a rather fantastic feeling about the second half.

But first, all 25 of them need to go to the All Star Game.

And first first, there’s one more game in DC, which we can just skip over and pretend isn’t happening, and then a series at PNC Park.  Them Pirates currently lead the NL Central (and no, they do not have the same name as the league so, see, that was irrational) by half a game and are 7-3 in their last 10.  Read: pretty hot.  This is going to be fu-un.

Seriously, though, to those of you who are screaming that the Giants have to trade for a pitcher, ssshhh.  The pitching is just fine, en général (except when they face the, eh, aptly named Nationals) and as for Lincecum, we probably shouldn’t get rid of him just yet.  Or that might go down in history as the worst trade ever, right behind Melky for J-Sanch.  Oh burn, KC.  Oh burn.

Also!  Did you know that the Royals do not play in Kansas?  Yeah.  Fun fact of the day.  Also, Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory is the only factory in that world that mixes its chocolate by waterfall.  Just worth noting.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  I almost forgot… happy 4th, people!  I may or may not have said earlier today that I wanted to watch fireworks on TV, because I like the celebrations from around the world.  Because, duh, they celebrate American Independence Day around the word.  (May or may not have been thinking of New Year’s Eve.)

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The Rough Spot Strategies

Hello, hello!  Yep, that was me who said on Saturday that I thought “the Giants were coming into their own”.  Needless to say, by that I did not mean “were going to very nearly get no-hit by the Rangers bullpen”.  Yesterday’s game was just ugly.

I was excited about Alexi Ogando starting for the Rangers and figured if he shut down the Giants offense, I wouldn’t be too torn up about it, because he’s pretty much my favorite pitcher ever.  And he did do rather well, but then… he injured himself running out a bunt in the fourth before he’d reached his designated pitch count (65) and is now probably headed to the DL.  Also, Tim Lincecum now has the fourth-worst ERA in the National League and Aubrey Huff got the Giants first hit of the game, pinch-hitting in the sixth.

Ouch does not even begin to cut it.

The Giants have fallen to five games back from the Dodgers and the Rangers only narrowly lead the American League West by three games.  Additionally, Texas has won just one more game than San Francisco overall.  Did anyone see that one coming?  The plot has most certainly thickened.  (Also, who predicted that the White Sox would be super awesome this year?  If you say, “I did,” I do not believe you for a second.  Sorry, guys.)

The biggest story out of the weekend, I think, is Timmy, as mentioned above.  He is not looking good.  He is not even looking better.  There is the occasional encouraging sign here and there, but mostly, he is just not helping the Giants, period.  The numbers about their record without his starts is pretty mind-boggling, at least to me.  It’s June 11th and the season has not just started.  Very simply, every starter makes a big, big difference and the difference Lincecum is making is negative.  But as much as that’s all statically inarguable, I wonder how much good it does to repeat it over and over.

For the time being, the Giants have placed a lot of trust in Lincecum (not to mention the money) and the likelihood is, in my opinion, that to get to the playoffs and beyond, they would need him to help them out.  A lot of people are calling for them to skip him for one start and while that could help, I think there is something to be said for just hitting a rough spot.  Sometimes, the best way to get out of those is to simply keep moving.  Other options:

  1. Eating aforementioned player alive.
  2. Burning aforementioned player alive (could work with #1, theoretically).
  3. Tarring and feathering aforementioned player alive.
  4. Trading aforementioned player to the Kansas City Royals.  (Hihi, Jonathan Sanchez and Jonathan Sanchez’s walks.)

There will come a point when it’s not productive for anyone to keep sending Lincecum out, but I don’t think we’re there yet.  The Bud Selig G—I mean, the All Star Game isn’t even here yet.  Which reminds me, I gotta go vote.  I still have not worked up the motivation.  I mean, what would you choose if you could vote for the ASG or make apple cinnamon muffins?

I know.  I agree.  The apple cinnamon muffins.

Diamond Girl

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