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Revealing the Real Reason Behind Sabean’s Splurges

I am now going to say something I don’t think I’ve been able to say all offseason.  So this is, like, history.  Ready?  Okay.  Here ‘tis:

There is lots to talk about!

I know, completely gasp-worthy.

But with the arbitration deadline looming, Spring Training sneaking closer and today being Official Obsess About Yu Darvish Day (that is, Darvish Signing Deadline Day) it’s actually true.

It would also probably explain why I am in a very smiley mood right this second.  People have actually quit talking about some madness they call “49ers” and are discussing our darling Giants.

Among a lot of people I have never heard of, some guy named Pablo Sandoval settled a three year extension with SF coming out to three years for $17.15 million as well as Nate Schierholtz and $1.3 million, Santiago Casilla at $2.2 million and Melky Cabrera at $6 million.

There was a study a while back that I am having no luck finding (probably because, yes, half the internet is blacked out and pretending to be censored) about how people spend more in the first few months of the year because they’re depressed by the cold weather and therefore reaching for their wallets for some impulse buys.

Let me tell you, we are having some seriously depressing weather in the Bay Area right now.  Blue Monday was two days ago.  It’s no wonder Sabes wants to do some retail therapy.

While he’s at it?  He should, for pity’s sake, give Timmy what he wants.

Okay, fine.  Just kidding.  (Not about Timmy, about the other stuff.)  I know he needed to sign these people.  And aside from Casilla who I am no way shape or form sold on, I’m pretty good with all of the deals.  There is, of course, the fact that the 2012 squad is liable to look a good deal like the 2011 squad, Andres Torres look-alike and possible act-alike (that is, Angel Pagan) in CF and all but it… could be worse than 2011, I suppose.

On the bright side, maybe the Diamondbacks will be terrible!

(Yes, I am being depressing.  I know.  Blame the weather, yo.)

As for Darvish, Jon Daniels announced that the Rangers and Yu have made a deal for six years, worth $60 million, and although JD basically looked like death warmed over (blame the late night negotiations, not the weather for that one) I was seriously stoked.  For one, that’s a lot of boxes of pasta/BMWs Darvish can buy, right there.  And also, I mean, there’s the little fact that the Rangers have a fabulous new pitcher for their rotation.  Which is kind of good news.  To brighten up the depressingness.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  In case you were left at the edge of your seat from my last post, I will put you out of your misery now and inform you that I am indeed boycotting the Golden Globes for the next hundred years.  Definitely.  Probably.  Maybe.  We’ll see, actually.  No matter what, Howard Shore is still God and still should have won.

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In Which I Twist an NY Times Article to My (Baseball) Motives

Everyone’s getting all end-of the-year now and the NY Times is no exception.  Neither am I, for that matter, as you will see below.

The Times had an article yesterday titled Reliving the Best (and Worst) Ads of 2011 and it’s actually (yes, I’m surprised.  I’m not the biggest Times fan myself.) a good, fun piece with the fantastic details of each campaign’s ad agency, when they could sleuth it out.  I probably just liked it because it mentioned my favorite Chrysler campaign, but that’s beside that point.

Anyhow, me being me who brings everything back to baseball, I got thinking about the whole “Together, We’re Giant” thing.  I thought that tagline for the season was absolutely terrible- it basically left me wondering whether to laugh hysterically or cry hysterically- but some of the TV commercials connected to it were, admittedly, completely wonderful.

I went back and looked and found my absolute favorite moment:

(You can watch it here.)

This is, of course, more than a teensy bit bittersweet, seeing as neither Andres Torres or Cody Ross are Giants anymore, but the whole cuticles thing is probably the only reason I stuck with the Giants all last season and through this offseason.

Come on, I’m just kidding! 

Sort of.

Which is to say, for all those people listing all the big moments they will remember Torres and Ross for?  This is mine.

Diamond Girl

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Eugenio Bitterness, Name Battles and a Little Joey News

I didn’t like Andres Torres, at first.

I saw him- perhaps a little irrationally- as Eugenio Velez’s rival and nothing more.  Every game that Torres played was I game I wanted to see Velez in.  After Rowand was hit by Padilla in Los Angeles (yes, I was there but no, I did not hear the cracking of his skull from where I was sitting) and Velez was slumping pretty impressively in his place, Torres got some more playing time and gradually, I started to fall in love with his game.

I still had a bit of lingering Eugenio-bitterness, but then things heated up and Andres became one of the big faces on the World Series winnin’ franchise and I basically forgot about the rest.

Just about every media source has said this, since the news of his trade last night: it’s hard not to fall in love with him and his game.  He’s fun, magnetic and, sometimes, awfully good as well.

Then there’s Ramon Ramirez.  Any buzz he might have created after his trade to the Giants from Sox Who Wear Red at the 2010 trade deadline was basically extinguished by SF’s other bullpen acquisition at the same time, Javi Lopez.  Even though Ramirez ended that year with a- wait for it- .067 ERA and this year, his ERA was a respectable 2.62, he’s been largely anonymous to Giants fans.  Partially, probably, because his hat sits low on his head so we can never see his face and partially because he’s just not a spotlight player.  He threw me a ball at batting practice one day and struck out somebody I can’t stand, but that’s pretty much the extent of my distinct memories about him.

So that, to make a pretty long story pretty short, is why I met last night’s trade with mixed feelings.  I don’t think Torres or Ramirez are extremely valuable to the Giants organization nor are they irreplaceable, but I’m not convinced Ángel Pagan is anything different.  It seems ever so slightly pointless, a bit like Alderson and Sabes were either both played or both just going straight up, because I don’t think either side really got a whole lot.  Except, of course, that New York filched a reliever along with a center fielder.

Then again, these are the mystical Winter Meetings where GMs are ninjas with secret superpowers, so maybe I have just missed the larger plan/magic at play here.  Maybe it isn’t the moving-right-along-deal it appears to be.

I do have to say, though, that Pagan’s name probably tips out the scales in the Giants favor, as to who got the better end of the deal.  It’ll be much more fun to say, “Ángel Pagan” in center field than “Andres Torres”.  Sorry, Torres.  I love you, just… Pagan has you beat in the name department.

Also!  I have an admission to make: I have been sadly negligent in the whole monitoring-Joey-Martinez’s-career thing.  I searched him last night and discovered that not only was he the MVP of the AAA championship this season, but he also signed a one year deal with the Diamondbacks yesterday. 

The first part is very good news, the second part not so much.  He now has joined the list of Pitchers I Like In Arizona, also including Armando Galarraga (last year- he’s a free agent now).  This means he will be playing against the Giants far too much.  Come on.  Hands off my guys, Kevin Towers.

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The Drama, The Drama!

When Sabean made the Cabrera/J-Sanch/Person I’ve Never Heard Of trade so early on, he robbed the offseason of a bit of its possible drama.  But never fear!  There is more (possible) drama to come!

  • Maybe Andres Torres will jump around Puerto Rico, shirtless with his jeans rolled up, because that totally worked last year and, you know, built up his muscles and all that.

   

  • Maybe Barry Zito will come to a profound realization that the reason he had a bad season was that he’s not just having fun out there (ah!  That must be it!  Makes sense!) and he will not attempt to have fun.  Sssh, no one clue him into the fact that trying hard to have fun sort of ruins it.

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  • Maybe Brandon Belt will make a trip to Starbucks for a Frapp and in the 10 minutes he’s there (nobody ever said Starbucks service is fast), get called up and sent down 15 times.

  • Maybe Albert Pujols will walk over to San Fran with a sign around his neck like, “Big Bat to the Rescue!  Sign moi and I will save the world!”

  • Maybe Wilson will… you know… that… no?  Forget I said anything.

Okay, enough “maybe”s to feed the American army.  And enough drama to fuel the high school in the Princess Diaries for another good twenty books or so.

Diamond Girl

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Double Take Time

Although I’ve been surrounded by baseball this weekend, it’s been the under 5 feet tall kind.  So today I heard the end of a very nice win and a very goofy KNBR broadcast on the way home and just went to the NL West standings and checked them out.  Then I did a double take.

West                   W        L       GB      L10   

Arizona               29       24     -         9-1     

San Francisco    29       24     -         5-5

Colorado            25       27    3.5      2-8

Los Angles         24       30    5.5      4-6

San Diego          23       31    6.5       4-6     

I did not see Diamondback brilliance in my crystal ball at all.  And while I guess they’ve been pretty amazing for 10 games, I have only just taken real notice of it.  Move over, Mile High people.  The dessert is giving you a run for your money.   And then, of course, the Giants.  Who are showing signs of taking my advice (okay, everyone’s advice.  I admit it has nothing to do with me.) and heating up.  I’m not trying to jinx them or anything.  But they looked good today.

Especially Torres, who is officially the Cutest Player in the MLB.  He gives the Little Leaguers a run for their money with his adorableness.  I want to bottle up his good games and sprinkle them over depressing ones, to get the energy going.  Heck, sprinkle them over depressing moments of my life, to get the energy going.

Sometimes it takes those lows (read: being swept by Milwaukee) to get some highs and maybe, just maybe, this is the start of something good.  It kind of feels like it.  I never liked Kevin Towers anyway.

And do me a huge favor and tell me “hip contusion” actually means “he’s eating ice cream and watching corny romantic comedies on demand in his hotel room” in code, okay?  Because it would make my Memorial Day Monday a little better.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  If you’re looking for something  to see on demand on your hotel room (other than corny romantic comedies) I recommend Wall Street: The Money Never Sleeps.  The acting, the script, the story… me and my bowl of raisins/blue chips really enjoyed it for the second time last night.

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