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Why IAmSoExcitedICanBarelyWrite

If you asked me to pinpoint the moment that things started to turn around, I’m not sure I would be able to.  But turn around they have.  After a lovely 2-0 win against the Cubbies yesterday (one more game in that series today, if the rain holds off, which seems doubtful), the Giants sit at 30-24, only 3 games out of the first place Dodgers.

Nothing huge has changed, maybe, but a lot of little things have.  The pitching is just better enough that it’s really, really good and the defense has cleaned its act up, too.  The hitting isn’t blowing up the charts or anything, but it’s tidy.  It is all enough to get wins.  (Against the Cubbies, who are cake, but that’s beside the point.)

Zito has gone a long way towards proving his wonderfulness is not a fluke and everyone else is doing a pretty good job convincing me that the Rest of This Season Which I Block Out Of My Memory was indeed a fluke.

This Monday is kicking off rather nicely, isn’t it?

More importantly (who am I kidding… most importantly):  todayisMLBdraftdayohmygodyesitisexcusemewhileIgodie.  Not really going to go die, don’t worry.  If I died I would miss the draft.  But I am so excited I can barely form a coherent blog post.  Well, my blog posts are never really coherent.  But this one might be less than usual, even, because my fingers are dancing a celebratory dance all their own.  I am doing nothing from 4:00pm onwards, except reaching my hand in and out of the saltwater taffy bowl.  Saltwater taffy and the draft are my personal tradition and a total match made in heaven.

Now I’ll just go get the rest of my jazz done, if nobody objects, so I will be free to vegetate this late afternoon.  Catch y’all later.

Diamond Girl

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An Open Letter to Morning Games

Dear Morning Games,

You are a fun phenomenon that we get here on the West Coast.  You are probably preferable to whatever East Coasters get – staying up until the wee hours of the morning for California games, I suppose.  But with great power comes great responsibility, you know that, right?  (Semi) singlehandedly you are able to either make or ruin a day.

See, if you come on at 10:10am, there’s a certain element of being catalytic in a person’s day.  Call me dramatic, but I firmly believe this be true.  Point is, starting out with a six run inning?

That is not acceptable.  I get that Barry Zito is allergic to Miller Park or whatever and it’s unethical to keep the roof half open, half closed (cooee, Bud Selig!) but those are not really excuses, when you factor in that you also ruined my coffee and distracted me from all of the things I kindasortareally should have been doing.  8-5 final is better than I was expecting, but it’s still not, well, good.

The game fell apart in a lot of ways, you know, not only Zito.  Case in point:  only two of the six runs scored off of him were earned.  He didn’t look good, by any stretch of the imagination, but the defense was also something akin to abysmal.  Additionally, no one can hit with RISP, so then there’s that.  But I’m not blaming you for that part.  Really, I’m not.  I get that you are basically innocent in this situation.  Just, you know, venting ‘cause we’re buddies and stuff, right?

Yeah.  You get it.

The Giants are off to Miami now, to face Ozzie Guillen’s Marlins for Memorial Day Weekend.  You’re off the hook until the next 10:10am game on Sunday.  We part as friends, then, darling morning games?  Until I find a way to eliminate you?  Might include some elimination of time zones but I’m always down for a challenge.

Make that, usually down for a challenge.  Dealing with Barry Zito melting like an ice cream cone in the sun is not in my job description.  I knew this photo would come in handy again, somehow.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  My actual inspirational jazz for the day?  As they always say, if a team wins each series they play, even without sweeping, that’s pretty darn good.  Nasty final games in a series that is already won are forgettable, thankfully.  Excuse me while I prepare the Kool-Aid.

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A Few Haikus for the Occasion

The occasion being that the Giants are back on the shores of McCovey Cove and they appear to have remembered why I predicted them to win the National League West.  Since they don’t want to fail me, (duh, first priority) they are looking fabulous now.  Okay.  On to the haikus.

On Coming Home

the fake falcon scares

away the fearsome seagulls

and the Giants rule

 

On Matt Cain’s Amazingness

Cain is totally

worth five billion dollars

and then some, also

 

Miracles Do Happen

the Giants can hit

baseballs, occasionally,

‘tis cause for champagne

 

But We Love Him Anyway

Barry Zito is

collaborating with Train

where are my earplugs?

Diamond Girl (who is a poet, now, in case you hadn’t noticed)

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When Timmy Got All Zito and Then When We Wished for Just That

I am rarely rendered speechless, but I certainly was last night.  The Giants and Rockies hit like there was no tomorrow, with a final score of 17-8, and the Giants also made cringe-worthy errors like there was no tomorrow.  Not quite sure why you would make cringe-worthy errors if there was no tomorrow, but I obviously do not fully understand the psyche of the Giants just yet.

The game started out disastrously, then looked miraculously wonderful, and then became disastrous all over again.  Despicable Me balloon scene comes to mind.  I optimistically hoped that this year, the Giants would not do any handing-balloon-then-popping-balloon, but apparently not.   I clutched my very delicious orange tea and sniffled over my radio as pitcher after pitcher got shelled and ERAs rose to serious, undeniable danger zone.

Besides all of that, there is Buster Posey’s case of shingles, which is the sort of thing that happens during the Dog Days of August, when everything gets weird, but on April 11th?  Everyone is supposed to be perky and healthy and, you know, getting wins.  Bad luck can’t last forever, though, so I’m just choosing to believe that everyone else is peaking early and our trials now will lead to success later.

And, yeah.  Be the change you want to see in the world.  I am this close to changing my blog name to “Inspirational Quotes Inc.!”

But seriously, if I were going to change my blog name to anything, “Baseball Player’s Haircuts ‘N Things” would probably more appropriate.  Which means, of course, that we need to break down Timmy’s haircut.

I like it.  It suits his long face shape better (I know I talked about this a long time ago, but I can’t seem to find the post at the moment) and changing things up, in a purely non change-up sense, might be just what he needs.  Sure, it didn’t really at all work yesterday, but these sorts of things can take time.  I am from the city with three psychic schools and countless more psychics-for-hire.  I know these sorts of things.

As for the baby giraffe in the room – move over, elephant – there’s his pitching.  There was nothing encouraging about Lincecum’s performance, but I was slightly and strangely encouraged by his quotes afterwards.  From the SF Chronicle: “I don’t think it’s a matter of finding answers per se.  It’s a matter of grinding through it and knowing at some point in the season you’re going to have these.”  This is preferable any day to when Timmy had his Zito phase and went all, “I don’t feel like I’m getting tired. I don’t feel like anything’s broken… I think the key for me is just to get my mental state right and fix what’s going on.”

The irony here, of course, is that if Timmy got all Zito on us right at this moment, we would all rejoice and confetti might very well appear in the skies of San Francisco.  Baseball, you are a very strange game.  Love, Emily.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  I will now allow myself one, “What’s wrong with Timmy?”  Okay.  Done.  Out of my system.  Let’s move on.

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10 Reasons I Am Excited Right About Now (Warning: April Fool Contained Inside)

I went out today and actually sat in the sunshine and had a picnic.  It’s been raining here in the Bay Area for what feels like forever, so it was pretty amazing.  I finished “Boomerang: Travels in the New Third World” by Michael Lewis (which is absolutely, fabulously good and you should read it right now, even if your eyes cross at the word “subprime”) and then I caught the end of the ballgame and felt rather wonderful.  I love many things about Spring Training, but I also cannot wait for the real thing to begin and for all the final roster cuts and all that jazz.  I also can’t wait for the Giants to be back in San Francisco.  You are free to call me crazy, but let me finish first.  I do not generally consider myself a psychic, but when the Giants are in town?  I can totally feel the presence.   Now I also believe that eating these Vitamin C gummy bears actually keeps me from getting sick, so I am probably not a source.  But it’s all psychological, so who can really argue with me?

Anyhow.  This year, rather than repeating last year’s Goodbye Spring Training – which you can read here, if you are so inclined – I am going to infuse a little bit of optimism into the (theoretical) mix.  Ready?  Okay.  This is 10 Reasons I Am Excited Right About Now.  The “now” I refer to is 5:55pm on the day the Giants played their last Spring Training game of 2012.  You’re welcome, historians 5000 years hence.

10.  Zito’s new mechanics!  Yeah.  April Fool’s.  I got you there, right?  Right?

9.  All of the various injured players re-proving themselves.  Along with the young guys who just crack the team, the injured players have got to be some of the most fascinating storylines of the year.  Lookin’ at you, Buster Posey.

8.  Speaking of which, Buster Posey.  Can I (for once) speak for the whole of the Giants fanbase, when I say we are tremendously, tremendously stoked?

7.  The Bruce Bochy show.  KNBR listeners, you know of what I speak.  Non-KNBR listeners, why the heck don’t you listen?

6.  Interleague Play.  I still object on some sort of deep, moral grounds, Bud Selig, but since the Giants get the AL West this year, I am borderline mollified for the time being.  Aside from the obvious they-are-playing-the-Rangers, I’m interested to see the matchup with the resident Interesting Team of the year, the Angels.  Who also have quite a nice dining area which serves basically cold hamburgers, for whatever it’s worth.

5.  The draft.  It’s still many months off, but the beginning of the season does signal how it’s getting closer and pretty soon, we’ll be treated to the draft breakdowns in the media and all that fun stuff.  July, it’s Emily calling, can you please come a wee bit sooner?

4.  The Hobbit movie.  Well, I am.

3.  Never using the Despicable Me balloon scene photos againBecause the Giants are not going to disappoint me that way this year.  Positive affirmations are everything, people.

2.  More animal themed hats at AT&T Park!  And that right there was my second April Fool’s.  Aside from the obvious fashion-faux-pas-ness of them (it’s hard, you know, to adequately match an outfit to a giraffe-print hat), there’s the issue of short people like yours truly not really at all being able to see over them.  Consideration is key, People Who Attend AT&T Park.  Because we’re getting back… together and all that.

1.  Since I don’t want to be lame and say the smell of fresh grass… I’ll just say cinnamon roasted walnuts.  Not the ones they sell at the park, mind you, because I am boycotting those because of labor issues with Diamond Foods, their manufacturer (not to be confused with Diamond Girl), but the other brands you can buy at the grocery story.  They are dee-lish-us.  And I am excited.  Excited excited.  

Diamond Girl

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