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Peace and Love and Antlers to All + My Resolutions for 2012

I’m sitting here, realizing this is my second New Year’s on my blog (you can see last year’s here, if you are morbidly or otherwise interested), which seems completely bizarre but pretty great at the same time.  Sifting through all this year’s posts yesterday, I realized how much has really gone down here and I’ve loved every moment of it.

So, yes.  Sappiness.  I very much appreciate you all reading (aka, tolerating) my stuff and wish you a very happy new year and hope your tortur—I mean, team of choice does well in 2012.  Provided their name is not Dodgers or Angels or Red Sox or Phillies or Cardinals. (Just kidding, guys.  I will attempt- and perhaps fail, but attempt all the same- to love your team no matter who they are.)

Okay.  Now that that’s out of the way!  Let do the whole resolution thing.

First, last year’s resolutions:

1.  I resolve to visit my grandparents in Los Angeles without fighting over whether Wilson or Broxton is a better closer.  (DID NOT SUCCEED.  ALSO, UNFORTUNATELY, STARTED LOATHING WILSON.)

2.  I resolve to dissolve my life savings and go to Citi Field or Yankee Stadium.  (DID NOT SUCCEED.)

3.  I resolve to carry a sign to an A’s vs. Rangers game and get the object of my sign to autograph it.  (DO NOT SUCCEED.  BUT DID GET A C.J. WILSON AUTOGRAPH, ON THE UPSIDE, THAT PROMPTLY RUBBED OFF, AS SOON AS HE WALKED AWAY.)

4.  I resolve to crash the 2011 GM Meetings.  (DID NOT SUCCEED.)

5.  I resolve to repeat my feat of walking over every inch of AT&T Park in stilettos.  (DID NOT SUCCEED.)

Huh.  Apparently those didn’t go so well.

No matter!  I have a whole new slightly more reasonable batch now and a whole new year (well, whole assuming the world doesn’t, you know, end, seeing as it’s 2012) to get them done.  Here we go:

1.  I will follow Joey Martinez’s career with eagle eyes and be his #1 cheerleader.

2.  I will go to sleep 10+ times to the sound of Jon Miller and Dave Flemming’s voice.

3.  I will paint portraits of all the Giants.  (Okay, fine.  Probably not.)

4.  I will finally, completely, actually finish A Band of Misfits. Yes, I got it after the 2010 season.  Yes, I have not finished it.  Yes, it’s still sitting on top of my bookshelf.  Yes, I am not exactly motivated.

5.  I will covert my fish into a baseball fan.  It can be done.  I have faith.

See?  Are those awesome or are those awesome?  And kinda-sorta potentially achievable, too.  I am also going to try to call Brian Sabean until his phone message quota cracks, but I’m trying to make this list mega-achievable and all that so I left that one off.

On another note, I have to warn you that I will probably post an enormous number of posts next year if I continue on my current track record, which is 71 in 2010 and 245 this year.  Forewarned is forearmed.

Anyhow, Happy New Year once more!  Let’s all make 2012 fabulous, shall we?

Diamond Girl

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Wrapping Up the Winter Meetings

I am already going into post-Winter-Meetings-depression mode.  That means dried apricots with whipped cream (very good) and staring dismally at the wall and pondering the meaning of life (not good at all).  As I’ve said before, the Winter Meetings are pretty much my favorite time of the year so I’m always sad when they come to a close.  But I can’t lie, right now I’m also a teensy bit happy.  Because all that drama is a little unsustainable, you know?  Which would explain the endless revolving door of reality shows on TV.

Anyhow, now all the GMs can go back to their cool offices and hang out in sporty-wanna-be-sunglasses, communicating by phone and email and all that.  Probably for the best.

Today was obviously a big one, because both Pujols and C.J. have settled on the Angels of Anaheim and signed ten and five year deals respectively this morning.

Swish is a bit surprised.  So am I.

At first I was in mega-Diamond-Girl-rage state because, yes, Dipoto we know you are new and want to show off a bit, but that’s kinda-sorta extreme. 

But after a little while I went into mega-Diamond-Girl-mellow state and decided that the Rangers still have the division in the bag.  I am sure of it.  Positive affirmations go far, you know.

I was never huge on C.J. in the confidence department anyway and they’re going to have Albert long after the Kardashian’s get pulled off air and skinny jeans go the way of shoulder pads.  This is for the best, Diamond Girl, this is for the best.  (Me talking to myself, right there.)

“Our goal is to win, but within a responsible business model,” says Jon Daniels.

Right.

Everything will be okay.

With the Giants, meanwhile, I can’t say I am sure about everything being okay.  Sabes says they’re done for the offseason (no Christmas gifts for use long-ish suffering fans?!) and that puts more than a few question marks on my world view.  There is, unfortunately, only one first base on the diamond so Huff/Pill/Belt will have to fight that one out in the boxing ring, I guess, and then I’m a wee bit skeptical of Crawford at short and of the Cabrera/Pagan/Schierholtz outfield.  Basically the whole team.  No biggie.

But I’m all into them positive affirmations today, so you know what?  I think the NL West is up for grabs and the Giants could very well grab it.

There.  We are all leaving the Winter Meetings as winners.

Winning.

Yeah.

That.

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.

Diamond Girl

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Warning: The Post Contains Moving Images. A Whole Lot of Them.

Sometimes, when I am especially sleepy, I get tempted to turn this blog into a GIF bonanza.  Baseball-themed GIF bonanza, that is.  Hey, it could totally work!

For instance:

The Winter Meetings start tomorrow!

I am sleepy.

Me to Pablo Sandoval:

In this one I am Princess Leia and the Giants are Han Solo.

What I want to say when Brian Sabean is all, “We’re still interested in Carlos Beltran!”  (In Lord of the Rings lingo this is:  Sit down, Legolas.  In Jon Daniels lingo this is:  siddown already!)

This is has been a great offseason for the Giants!

And they are perfect with Brandon Crawford starting at shortstop next year.

Ryan Braun, you want to come to San Fran, right?  And San Fran, you want Ryan and his million year contract, right?

Do your eyes hurt yet?  Yes?  Okay, maybe the GIF bonanza wasn’t that good an idea after all.  I will need to meditate on this.  But first, I need a pig here.  Definitely.

Diamond Girl

p.s.   My meditation today has been more like, “WINTERMEETINGSWINTERMEETINGSWINTERMEETINGS” actually.  Because I am stoked, baby.  Beyond stoked.

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Dear TV Execs,

I admit it, I didn’t watch your new show tonight, Baseball Wives.  That’s because Google told me all I needed to know about it. Yeah, I know. Google rocks.

But really, you’re a smart bunch, right? Then get us some girls who are actually dating baseball players, m’kay? Or else rename it “Woman Who Didn’t Make the Desperate Housewives of Atlanta Cut” or something and we can all leave happy.

Or better still, get a real concept and film Hideki Matsui eating breakfast pastries or Thad Levine being coerced into staying with the Rangers.  I’m mean, that’s real drama, right there!  I suspect a) a knife to his back b) a new BMW- which would crack me, too or c) guaranteed, all expenses paid vacays in Hawaii for a few months on end.   I mean, it could have been loyalty too, but that seems awfully boring/unexciting.   Let’s just suspect things instead.

Alternately, you could film Barry and The Fiancée getting their marriage license and discussing, um, hair poufing techniques for beauty pageants.  Or do a baby-name consulting show with special guests Brian and Amanda Sabean, because, come on, Declan is fantastic.

I am coming for your job, cupcakes.   You wait and see.  Although I can’t guarantee I can get a cab very fast, so the show may already be cancelled by the time I get there.  But I’ll be there soon, have no fear.

xoxo

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Speaking of that Hideki Matsui deal… am I the only one who things maybe they should have kept that story under wraps until if or when Matsui wins the batting title?  Because if he has, well, difficulties next year, that story will be torn to pieces by the yowling dogs that are baseball fans.  Seriously.

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