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Sweeping the Astros Has Upsides and Downsides, Evidently

So, this happened.

The Giants have started off the second half with a bang, sweeping the non-pesky Astros in a three game series and taking hold of first place over the also non-pesky Dodgers.  That would make me happy under any circumstances but since I am heading down to Los Angeles for a family event later this week, it’s pretty much put me in full on the-world-is-a-beautiful-place-and-I-love-absolutely-everyone mode.  (Sweeping the Astros has upsides and downsides, evidently.)  Family event, see, means lots of Dodger fans.  Lots of Dodger fans.  Dodger fans everywhere.  (In addition to a lone Mariners fan, but he’s irrelevant.)  It is, therefore, of the utmost importance that the Giants hold on to a tidy division lead through my trip there so I can quietly – or non-quietly, as the case may be – gloat.

It sure looks like they will.  They’re not doing everything or blowing the competition out the water, but they’re doing enough of the little things right.  They’re playing neater baseball and Tim Lincecum came through in a huge way last night, in what might have been a start for his spot.  Bochy, in typical Bochy fashion, was oblique about what would have happened if he’d struggled, but he’s staved that off, if only for a little while.  Hector Sanchez one again proved his affection for walk-off hits and although Melky Cabrera is on paternity leave, the rest of the team actually hit.  Enough to score runs.  Enough to win games.  It’s been a pretty fab second half so far.

On Tuesday, East Coast Roadtrip 2.0 will get started, with the Giants hitting Atlanta and Philly.  In the visiting-them sense, but also, hopefully, in the hitting-off-of-them sense.  Since East Coast Roadtrip 1.0 was pretty much a disaster all around, there’s a lot riding on this one.  Although there’s obviously a while to go until the postseason, pulling ahead in July can big indeed later on.  Three in a row is making good things look pretty possible at the moment.

I told you I was spouting optimism.  I better go before I start reminiscing fondly of the days when Miguel Tejada and Aaron Rowand peppered the Giants field.  I was reminded of them when I experimented with MLB the Show ’11 yesterday and played as the Grizzlies against the ’11 Giants.  Let’s just say a Grizzly I’d never heard of took Tim Lincecum deep into the Allegheny River beyond PNC Park.  Video games are strange.  And no, I’m do not really have fond memories of Miguel Tejada and Aaron Rowand.  Not even close.  Even this breed of optimism has limits.

Diamond Girl

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Diamonds! Piles of Gold! Armani Suits! Swiss Watches! Hawaii Vacations!

Dear Bullpen,

Look.  As much as I don’t like you, Wilson, I don’t like being under .500 even more.  I didn’t want you to blow that.  And as much as I like you, Affeldt, I like being over .500 more.  Okay, that’s not true.  I care more about people than baseball games, but right this second I am pretty darn put off by you guys.  I am of the opinion that there is no excuse for losing in extra innings at home.  You have that unique and perfect advantage of walking off and it was your responsibility to keep this in the bag.

It was too good to be true that Sanchez was at all passable after being on IVs with dehydration from the flu yesterday and the game was actually somewhat encouraging, offense-wise.  Still, you are here (::points to the ground::) and you really, really need to be here (::points to the ceiling::).  Edlefsen, Kroon, heck, Joey?  Where are you guys? 

Maybe you need a little encouragement.  Here goes.  I have some really awesome rewards for you (Diamonds!  Piles of gold!  Armani suits!  Swiss watches!  Hawaii Vacations!) and I’ll do my best infomercial imitation voice when I give ‘em to you, but there is one little catch aside from the fact that you’ll go bankrupt from the taxes, we’ll send you spam for this and four more lifetimes, the diamonds are fake and we’re flying you luggage class.  Other than that.  You have to pitch well.  You can’t walk people.  And you really can’t let the ball go from your hand to over the fence in a space of, oh, 20 seconds.  That is too big a change in too short a time for the health of anyone’s heart.

I get that you’re trying.  Really, I do.  If the incitement of the prizes doesn’t help, I can also recommend  inspirational music and shaving off the beards.  We’ve barely cracked the surface of my advice cauldron.  Giving advice is right up there with walking on the beach in a storm and eating brownies in my life.  But I’d rather if you straightened this out on your own.

We’re moving on to Pittsburg/DC/New York, all of whom are in the near/at/under .500 club.  With us.  Gulp.  A bunny (me) somewhere in the heartland is crying.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Read this gem of a news piece.  Just read it.

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Pressure Points That Relieve Headaches For World Series Winning Teams To Play Better At Home

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I got my contest prize yesterday, which is this beautiful photo book, “Freak Season”.  It has some fascinating little moments and I definitely recommend it to people who are Tim Lincecum fans (though no one is as big as me.  I am the ultimate Tim Lincecum fan.)  Yesterday was a good day.  Today?  Not so much.

 

Reasons today was depressing:

 

·         The Giants were on Fox.

I try not to be one of those endless complainers about national media but the broadcasters today made me want to pluck my eyeballs out with forks.  Not literally.

 

·         The Giants lost.

Dismally.  In the fog.

 

·         Pat Burrell attempted to run.

I never thought I would feel badly for him, but today I ever so slightly did.  It was painful to watch him run.  And what is with his eyebrows?  If someone doesn’t want to do anything with their eyebrows, I won’t pick on them.  But his look done.  Just bizarrely.

 

·         Tim Lincecum attempted to pitch.

And failed.

 

·         Tim Hudson pitched.

And succeeded brilliantly.  I have a little Big 3 nostalgia for him, but not when he’s blowing my Giants away.  Without even huffing and puffing.  Profoundly effortless, on his part.

 

·         The offense attempted to hit.

And failed.

 

·         Neftali Feliz was placed on the disabled list.

With right shoulder inflammation.  The club said that it’s sort of precautionary, since he’s so young.  My fingers are solidly crossed that that is true.

 

·         MLB has a new ad featuring Brian Wilson’s beard that is seriously nauseating.  

May I just say that epic is not always a compliment?  As in, epic can be an adverb, paired with words such as, “ridiculous”, “hideous” and/or “plain stupid”.  On KNBR the other day, they had the topic “Who’s your favorite Giant?” and I was floored by the lack of Brian Wilson responses.  I thought I was the odd one out in being sick of the act.  I don’t  think so.  He needs some serious image consultation.

 

There was some comic relief, though.  Like the girl with the “Marry Me, Ryan Braun” sign.  I don’t feel like I’m on high enough ground to pick on her, but at least my sign was a non-committal statement and it sure didn’t have my phone number.  My ground is at least a few inches higher, right?

 

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And I guess it’s sort of good news that the Giants are going on a 10 game roadtrip after tomorrow, because they seem better on the road, though their record is just about even.  I mean, I would be too, if there were crazy people with smeared eye-black and orange chest paint yelling strange cheers at 100 decibels.  Which is why I want Meditation Day at the ballpark and I would be a bad baseball player because I would choke when delivering the “the fans were so loud, it was amazing” line.  Although maybe they mean amazing in a bad way…?  Because otherwise I don’t get it.  I wonder if they are given a handbook after they win the World Series about pressure points that relieve headaches.  That could be useful.  For the players and the fans, actually.  I’m going to try acupressure next time I’m there.

 

Diamond Girl

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The Bullpen Drank Too Many Espressos and The Dodgers Will No Longer Be Paying People Six Figures to Channel Positive Energy

Let’s be real: winning this series in Colorado is better than anyone had expected, me included.  10-2 hurts, but finishing the roadtrip 4-2 makes it a little better.  Today’s game was also somewhat overshadowed by Sandoval’s injury, the moment when we thought Buster was injured and, of course, Brandon Belt’s birthday present.  He’s heading to Chuck E. Cheese Park (am I the only one who calls it that?  For those of you who don’t know, it’s actually called Chuckchansi Park.).  I’m surprised and not entirely thrilled.  I guess that experiment is over?  But that begs the question, why did that experiment happen at all?

And the Dodgers news.  Selig wised up and intervened in a situation that has really spun out of control.  I mean, I was all for the mystical healer/scientist and the positive energy thing.  You think they would pay me six figures to do that?  I bet I would make a great guru, even if I’m not much of a scientist and I am way closer than Russia.

 

But I think it’s time for the McCourts to find a nice hole to crawl into and hang out with rabbits in waistcoats.  Or something.  I wish them all the best, but there are only 30 clubs in Major League Baseball and there are a lot of people who could make the Dodgers- who aren’t a small market team, or anything- succeed to some extent.  It just isn’t fair to the city of Los Angeles and their Uggs and their beachballs and their hopefully fake tans.  Time for some Selig magic.  Why have I spent so much of this season being nice to the Dodgers?  I am too softhearted for my own fandom good.

Back to the Giants.  Though they only scored two runs today, the first inning run struck again.  I love first inning runs/leads before we even take the mound almost as much as I hate blown saves so that made me happy.  Cain didn’t have a whole lot today and the bullpen was, ahem, shaky.  Tired.  Like they either missed their morning coffee or drank too many espressos.  Can’t decide which.

 

I am actually feeling awfully confident now, which is weird after such a blowout loss.  The Braves are under .500 plus the boys in orange and black are coming back to drizzly San Fran so I think all will be right in the world.  As I said, I am huge into positive energy. 

Now if you’ll excuse me… there are Little League games to be attended and my silver and gold bangles are hitting the computer every time I type so if I don’t stop writing soon there may be irrevocable damage.  Ruined laptops are just the price you pay to look good, right?

Diamond Girl

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Hello from the Not-Sahara Desert: The Giants Win the Pennant!

The Giants win the pennant!  The Giants win the pennant!  The Giants win the pennant!

You know what’s magic?  Are you kidding me?  The POSTSEASON!

Today- okay, yesterday- was a fairytale.  Actually, this whole season has been a fairytale for the Giants .  When Chris Haft of mlb.com wrote a blog post today titled “The fairytale isn’t over yet” I thought, That is so true.  For both the Giants and the Rangers, in my opinion.  As Bruce Bochy put it, the cast-offs and  the mis-fits have fit together.  I am so pumped for the happily ever after for either team.  I’ve been hoping for and predicting Rangers vs. Giants World Series for most of the year and am going to be happy whichever teams wins.  Unlike the Fox producers, I’m sure, who seemed tremendously unmoved at the last out and ensuing celebration.  But they both give pretty fun champagne filled interviews, so postgame should be good either way.  Fear the Beard vs. Fear the Deer it is.  Bengie vs. Buster it is.

 

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 In other news, I was totally, utterly and mercifully wrong.   Some adorable person bought an HD TV for the apartment I’m staying in and I suckered someone into lending me a computer this weekend so life is good in NYC.  Life is not good in that Citi Field is not, in fact, giving tours right now but I was doing more than my fair share of window-shopping on Madison and 5th Avenue and I stared at the 2010 World Series trophy in the window of Tiffany’s for a good five minutes.  It’s mesmerizingly beautiful.  So, of course, this was a photo op not to be missed.  ::cue duhs::    I imbued the thing with my fantastic karma, so whoever gets it take note, it will have a strong feeling of, “Diamond Girl Was Here.”

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I am, in fact, aware how blurry that photo is and the creepiness of my face thereof and it’s because it’s a photo of a photo.  Long and unriveting story why, but I’ll post the gorgeous original when I get back to the Bay Area next week.  In the meantime, if it gives your children or you, for that matter, nightmares, I apologize.  I will also make you vanilla cupcakes someday, to make up for it.

Hugs to all,

Diamond Girl

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