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How Many Slices of Iced Lemon Pound Cake the Dodgers Could Have Gotten

In a shockingly good move for the post-Theo-Epstein Red Sox, they unloaded a lot of players on the Dodgers and then basically laughed all the way to the bank.  They got James Loney, ‘cause he’s lonely and they felt badly or whatever and a nice quad of prospects as well.  The Dodgers got one of the biggest busts in recent baseball memory, Carl Crawford, who also recently underwent Tommy John surgery.  They got Josh Beckett, who’s not really (at all) that good and Nick Punto who’s probably extremely talented at many things, but baseball is not necessarily one of them.  (I kid, I kid.  All Major Leaguers are extremely talented, of course, Nick Punto included.  But still).  Last but not least, they got Adrian Gonzalez who’s batting .300, compared to the .254 average that Loney was sporting.  It’s an upgrade, but with all the money the Dodgers are dropping – which, according the LA Times is over a quarter of a billion dollars – they could have gotten millions of tall Dark Roasts at Starbucks or hundreds of thousands of Victoria Beckham handbags or, say, some really good ballplayers.  They did none of the above.

Never fear, Giants fans.  The National League West did not just get significantly better.  It just got significantly less coffee.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  If you’re not really a coffee person, a) leave this blog now or b) imagine how much of that divine Iced Lemon Pound Cake at Starbucks they could also have gotten.  I can’t seem to find the price of that online, but let’s just say they could have gotten enough to feed the entire crowd at Dodger Stadium for a hundred years or so.  Especially considering the size of an average Dodger Stadium crowd.  (Low blow?  Yes.  True blow?  Yes to that too.)

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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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Hello from Red Sox Nation!

Seriously, guys.  Everyone here is a Red Sox fan.  Everyone.  And if they’re not a Red Sox fan, they still hate the Yankees.  It’s a little bit eerie, actually.  As I landed in Boston yesterday, a woman behind me was filling in her kids on the Sox game and said something about Cody Ross.  I was this close to turning around and being all, “2010 World Series, baby!” when I realized that I was in Boston now and they were not the least bit interested in the 2010 World Series.  I picked up my black-and-white checkered tote and zipped my lips.

I missed last night’s game because being a West Coast fan on the East Coast is horrible and I couldn’t stay awake, but I hear it was quite depressing anyway.  I would be lying if I said I was all sad about missing it.  Interleague Play has not treated us terribly well so far this year and I’m more nervous than I should be, heading into the Bay Bridge Matchup.  Series loss to the Rangers, series loss to the Mariners and now a series loss to the Angels.  When this Giants team is good, it’s really, really good.  But when it’s bad?  It’s really, really bad.  Not that there were’t good things about last night’s game and the past few series’ in general – Vogelsong did pretty much the best he could have, three runs over seven innings – but otherwise, they just seem off, for lack of a better word.  Everyone’s healthy, but not everyone’s good.

Also, the Angels of Anaheim are doing better than they should be.  It helps that the Rangers are 9-1 in their last 10, but the Angels are also 7-3 and exactly five games back.  Too close for comfort?  Yes.

The Giants meanwhile, are 4-6 in their last 10, but that’s exactly the same as the Dodgers, so nothing is too disastrous after all.  San Francisco is four games back from first place and heading into a series against the A’s who, while they might be hot right now, are sure to cool off sometime.  And starting tomorrow is sure to be “sometime”.

Am I not the best inspirational speaker in the history of the Giants blogosphere?  (Admittedly short history, but still.)

Go Red So– aah.  No.  This city is not getting to me.

Diamond Girl

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Inspired By @MLB… Some Completely Fab Leaps

This morning, MLB tweeted, “Greatest LEAP ever? RT if you agree, reply with your favorite leap …http://atmlb.com/x0oTMv”.  While that leap is pretty fab, I’m not convinced it is the best ever.  So, in honor of this special February 29th (the first time we’ve celebrated that on this blog!), I’ve decided to make a little gallery of what I consider to be some of the best baseball leaps.  Some are of catches, some of homers and some are of those beautiful things called World Series victories.  I think the most priceless parts of these photos are the facial expressions, but I gotta admit, these guys have some pretty fantastic leg power too.

So, what is your favorite leap?  Since it is a day that doesn’t really exist, I think we should debate completely fun and mindless things like this.  ‘K?  ‘K.

Happy Leap Day!

Diamond Girl

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Well, I Stopped Boycotting The All Star Game + Another Awkward Jon Daniels/Michael Young Conversation

I boycotted All Star voting for a while because I wanted to make a point about the whole World-Series-home-field-advantage thing, but then I saw who was leading the voting and realized the world is insane and can’t be trusted to choose , because if given the chance it will choose endless Red Sox.  (Incidentally, we have the Giants PR partially to blame for that, because of their extremely odd “vote Giants/Red Sox campaign.)  So I got mad and voted.  Opinion seems to be divided on whether people should share who/what they vote for in general, but I figure this is just the All Star Game (yes, Bud, I said just) so I’m sharing my ballot (which, yes, I submitted 25 times). 

You all need to go vote.  And I wouldn’t object to you copying my ballot or anything.  The only one I’m not sure about now is Michael Young, because every time my father sees him he says to me, “Good thing Jon Daniels didn’t mess that up!” and you can just imagine (or read here) how I feel about that.  So if he makes it into the ASG, I’ll be hearing that comment a lot.  JD and Michael never aired their dirty laundry in public, but I have to wonder what their conversations go like when they run into each other in the tunnels or something.  I imagine something like this:

JD:  Michael!  Nice batting average you got there.  (JD probably adds something here about siddin’ down and talking about it, because his One Phrase is always “sidown and talk about it”.

MY:  (Gives dirty look) Thanks.  (Mutters) I still want to be traded…

JD:  Mmmmhhhhmmm.  Well, I gotta get going.  See you around!

MY:  (Mutters) I still want to be traded…

JD:  Bye!

Anyway.  My All Star ballot.

American League:

1B – Moreland, Mitch

2B – Kinsler, Ian

SS – Andrus, Elvis

3B – Rodriguez, Alex

C – Torrealba, Yorvit

DH – Young, Michael

OF – Crisp, Coco

OF – Cruz, Nelson

OF – Hamilton, Josh

Write-in – N/A

National League:

1B – Pujols, Albert

2B – Sanchez, Freddy

SS – Reyes, Jose

3B – Sandoval, Pablo

C – Molina, Yadier

OF – Braun, Ryan

OF – Huff, Aubrey

OF – Torres, Andres

Write-in – N/A

Go vote, now.  It’s your moral/legal/something else obligation.

Diamond Girl

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