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Bud Selig is a Leo and I’m an Aries, So…

I’m still alive!  Bud Selig’s dreams of baseball becoming all international and Vladimir Putin giving Buster Posey honorary Russian citizenship because, hello, he was MVP?  Not so alive.  The WBC is all finished up, as far as I can tell, although as I said before, I wasn’t really following it that closely.  Understatement of the century?  Perhaps.  Selig’s dreams and mine for the future of Major League Baseball don’t align very well.  Maybe because he’s a Leo and I’m an Aries.   That might be it, though the internet seems to think Leo and Aries get along just fine.  I never trusted the internet anyway.

Or maybe it’s because I ran against him as commish, even if nobody really noticed that little stunt.  In any case, I guess the finale was at AT&T Park, but it was raining and I had to paint my nails and there was no way I was going.

Congrats, Dominican Republic on this huge and important win—eh, forget it.  I’m just going to stop trying.

Opening Day is fast approaching (less than two weeks, now!) and the rosters have been narrowed down significantly.   Pablo Sandoval’s injury has been making a lot of headlines – mostly because people are bored and it’s Spring Training, but also because the extent of it is somewhat unknown and nothing gets people talking like mystery.  Dave Groeschner who is (almost)always (never) reassuring said he thinks that Pablo will indeed be ready for Opening Day on April 1st, so it’s just wait and hope time.

Speaking of injuries, since this is mostly just a Yu Darvish fanblog, I feel I should mention that he missed his last start with a stiff neck.  He’s scheduled to throw a bullpen tomorrow, so send good vibes and dreamcatchers his way, m’kay?

In other news, I saw Timmy as in Tim Lincecum spelled “Timmie” today.  First time for everything.

Diamond Girl

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The San Francisco Giants Cupcake Shop & Café

I started doing yoga in front of the television around the eighth inning.  Buster Posey was throwing all these people out and the FOX broadcasters were mispronouncing everyone’s names and it was a tie game against the Dodgers in the middle of September.  I was doing Triangle Pose and drinking my banana-mango smoothie because, as you all know, baseball games make me nervous.  Vah-ree nervous.

This is triangle pose.  It’s a great pose for lazy people like me who don’t actually do yoga.

Anyhows, this was a good game all around:  close, good pitching and some nice bits of situational hitting.  It didn’t go the Giants direction, in the end, but Matt Cain was almost entirely dazzling and Buster Posey was marvelous, marvelous, marvelous.  He was involved in both of the Giants runs and threw out a career record three runners.  Two of them were back to back, Hanley twice and Ethier once.

This game was that example of a time when the team just has to be that much better.   That being not that much at all.  And it’s not exactly something you can pinpoint or try to fix, because some days one team will be there and the other won’t be.  The Giants have made some choices of offense over defense and it’s paid off.  It didn’t, today, but that doesn’t mean we should scrap the whole idea, of course.  (Although if they decided to scrap the whole idea in favor of turning the San Francisco Giants into the San Francisco Giants Cupcake Shop & Café, I would totally be down for that.)

In other news, Matt Kemp was out today and tomorrow with a shoulder injury.  We can add him to the long list of causalities on opposing teams that the Giants have left in their wake.  I haven’t ruled voodoo out yet.  I think I’m going have to open up a research project, this offseason, to analyze that ever-so-slightly-disturbing trend.

Diamond Girl

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In Which I Hit Fenway Park

Boston is a really amazing city and everything but when I first started planning this trip? The first (and pretty much only) thing I thought was: Fenway. So yesterday I braved the blistering heat in the city and took a stadium tour in the afternoon. I could feel the ghost of Theo Epstein everywhere, but other than that, it was loads of fun. Our tour guide was named Owen and he was very funny and eerily Red Sox knowledgeable. Other than all the Yankee hating and pesky sunshine, says the San Francisco girl, I had a blast.

I was so excited to be at Fenway that I blinked. Ah, well. Also, yes, you are seeing that right. I wore borderline pinstripes. Sometimes my brain ceases to work, I admit it.

It really surpassed my expectations, actually. What people always say about the old stadiums is that while they are interesting, they’re a bit dinky. Fenway was not at all dinky, from what I saw. It feels very small and intimate and I love the way it’s nestled right in the center of the city. From the higher parts (read: Green Monster. Oh yes. I sat on the Green Monster. More on that later.) you can see the whole city skyline in a way that you can’t at stadiums that are more on the outskirts, like AT&T. I adore AT&T, but this had a whole different energy.

We also sat in seats from the 30s – yes, the very seats that had been there since the 30s – and while they were beastly uncomfortable, the history was pretty much worth it. I love getting a peak into what baseball stadiums might have been like a good long while ago and here, it’s incorporated into the actual experience, rather than just being museum-like.

They said they haven’t replaced partially because they, well, don’t want to and partially because now seats have gotten bigger and they’d lose about 3000 seats if they put in modern ones. Since the stadium already seats only 38,00o or so, that’d be a big loss. Of revenue. But they didn’t say that. They put it more sweetly.

Our guide showed us the Mickey Mouse Red Sox statue, too, and how it’s all bandaged up. I didn’t remember this, but apparently it was vandalized/accidentially banged up on a trip of Anaheim for the All Star Game and since the Red Sox were also pretty banged up that year – I do remember that - they decided to leave a cast on the statue. Which made me smile, although it’s a little bit terrible. Also, the whole hallway full of every issue of Sports Illustrated that’s ever featured a Red Sox player on the cover? Lots of fun.

I can’t say I side with Boston in the whole Boston-New York thing, but they’re definitely growing on me. The view from the Green Monster is also pretty much the greatest thing ev-ah.

Also so excited to be on the Green Monster that I began to blink. AKA, this was a bad day in photos of me.

Afterwards, we went a sports bar which was nice aside from the fact that they were playing some sports network that had a running banner on the bottom that showed, oh, one stat over and over and over. Which stat, you ask? Tim Lincecum’s road ERA, I hiss. I burrowed into my food and tried to watch soccer on the other TV. Didn’t work all that well. I do not get soccer. And on the other other TV they kept replaying LeBron with confetti and things which was also, of course, off limits. (Go Nets and mostly Mikhail Prokhorov, I say.) This, my friends, is why I avoid sports bars.

That evening, then, Lincecum did something pretty interesting. After a horrible first inning, he cleaned up his act and tossed his third quality start of the season. I slept through it, ’cause that’s what I do over here, but I have a cautiously good feeling about him. Did something click? Maybe. Maybe not. The best we can do is cross our fingers and beat them A’s again tonight. Okay? Okay.

Diamond Girl

p.s. Two more things! I’m heading off to another New England City That Shall Remain Nameless tomorrow and again, computer access will be spotty. So I may be in and out tomorrow and for the coming week. Back in full force next weekend. And yes, I saw the One Red Seat. Which, as a newly licensed Red Sox Trivia Lady, I can tell you signifies the longest home run ever hit at Fenway. In case there was any doubt, I can confirm that that homer was indeed… long. Very. Very.

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Let Them Be Free and Let’s Play Ball

As many of you probably know, fighting human trafficking is a passion of mine, right up there with Giants baseball, so I’m terribly excited about tonight, which is Human Trafficking Awareness Night at AT&T Park.

The lovely t-shirt comes from a Not For Sale Campaign – you can read all about them here – and Sevenly team-up (it reads “Let Them Be Free” in case you can’t read it through my multitude of hair) and the Giants cap is actually my brother’s, because his is definitely more fab than mine.  Thanks for lending it to me, darling.  It’s for a good cause.

Diamond Girl

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Oh My, Melky

How did we get this lucky?  10 50s that Melky Cabera would rock:

10.  Write 50,000 words in a month.   Seriously, if he can get 50 hits in a month?  NaNoWriMo would be cake for him.  Plus, there’s a serious lack of good baseball-related fiction out there.  He could forge the path.

9.  Bake 50 batches of garlic fries in 50 minutes.  Totally.

8.  Have a 50.00 ERA.  To those of you who were thinking we should turn him into a pitcher, ‘cause he’s so good.  I mean, he is so good but it’s probably better to leave him hitting.

7.  Go back 50 years.  Melky Time Machine Guy?  Doesn’t seem at all out of the realm of possibility.  Not to mention, Saturday’s game against the Cubbies is Turn Back the Century Game.  They’re going back 100 years, but that’s a multiple of 50 so I’m guessing Melky was involved.

6.  Take down 50 seagulls with one swoop of the hand.  Not advocating animal cruelty.  Just advocating giving the seagulls a great enough scare that they’d stay at bay (no pun intended) for a while.

5.  End 50 wars.  With one, perfectly-timed high kick.  I can picture this.  That might be thanks to my vivid imagination or it might be because it’s completely plausible.  No comments, guys.

4.  Learn to build a basketball arena and a football stadium in 50 minutes.  They’re building the new Warriors arena right nearby and the Niners stadium not too far away either, right?  Melky could pop in and help with the process in between innings.  I bet he’d be real good at it.

3.  Have a #50 hit on iTunes.  I kind of picture him doing sensitive indie rock.  Alternately, rap.

2.  Encourage expansion to 50 teams.  In MLB, that is.  And man the 20 new teams all on his own.  It could work.  Paging Bud Selig as I write.

1.  Get 50 hits in the month of May.  And thereby break Willy Mays’ record.

Once again, how did we get this lucky?  Pinching myself.  In between paging ol’ Selig.

Diamond Girl

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