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Moral of the Story? Chill the Heck Out.

I was going to say that Panda was not at all express and he took his sweet time, but look what happened when he finally did arrive but that seems in poor taste now.  Seeing as the Cubbies won.  After all that.  Wilson blew the save and then Ramon Ramirez blew whatever else there was to blow in the 13th.  The offense crossed the line from “sleepy” to “fast asleep” and Matt Cain’s performance of seven shutout innings was largely forgotten.  Not to mention his 1000th strikeout.  That was entirely forgotten.

There.  Did I cover it all?

No, I think I missed this part: the Giants recently went on a seven game winning streak.  As we end June and sneak up to the All Star Break, they’re in first place, two games ahead of Arizona with 46 wins and one of the best records in Major League Baseball.

Moral of the story?

Chill the heck out.

Yep, the game was basically terrible and your totally staunch closer blowing a save would make any division lead feel insanely tentative, I think.  Don’t panic yet, friends.

Bochy promised “changes ahead”.  I can’t decide if that’s a tactic to comfort the homicidal/suicidal Giants fans after a game like this or he really means it.  I also don’t know whether I like it or not.  If he means stirring the pot a little, mixing up the lineups, getting a few fresh faces in there and demanding an answer from Sabes about why he likes Bill Hall, I’m all for it.  If it means mini-trades (not Nate!  Not Nate!  Not Nate!), acquisition of DFA’d players or something else like that, then I’d rather he just stuck with talking about it, not doing it.

By the way, the mini-Uribe drama the other day got me looking at his stats and… oh.  I’m sad to see him in a, um, slump like that.  But still glad he isn’t going to be back in orange and black in the imminent future, seeing as there’s a lot of money to be paid to him.  Incidentally, I don’t think what Sabean said really totally shot down the rumors.  He said he hadn’t spoken to Ned Colletti in weeks.  But if it’s true that he doesn’t answer his phone, then maybe Ned left messages offering Uribe or something and he just hasn’t called back?  Sorry.  I had to throw it out there.

I have to check out now.  I did the PA announcing for a Little League All Star game for the first time last night (yes, someone dropped Renel on me) and that somehow qualifies me to teach another person to do it tonight.   Wish me luck with that.  I am armed with a kid-friendly playlist featuring lots of Owl City and some other secret weapons in case things get ugly with the parents.  I mean, how am I supposed to know there are that many ways to spell the name “Rider” and they’re all pronounced the same way?

Diamond Girl

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Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About The AL Central (Yes, My Detroit Pride Strikes Again)

What’s that you say?  San Francisco has won two in a row, Timmy is in tip-top shape, Eli Whiteside is maybe-kinda-sorta stepping up to the plate (sorry, lame pun), they’re tied with Arizona for first place and the sun is still rising in the morning and setting in the evening?  Impossible.

Bizarrely enough, it’s true.

Timmy being good is not really surprising at all.  Vogey gets less unexpected by the five days.   Eli, I have always had a deep trust for, so while the rest of the world rocks, I am listening to Enya in peaceful serenity.

That’s why I like the Giants.  Rooting for underdogs is rewarded.  Never mind the waterfall-of-tears-inducing examples of Joey Martinez and Eugenio Velez, okay?

Anyway.  That’s all ancient history.  In reality, the Giants are now going on the road to face the Indians [correction: staying at home to face the Indians!  I was assuming the road, for some reason.], which I am scared about.  The Indians are the team who I cannot name one player from (sad?  Yes.) but who are sort of tearing up the Majors this year.  In case you need your AL Central dose (doubtful) Detroit has given them a bit of a run and they’re currently a game back in second place.  I am, of course, rooting for the Tigers because of Chrysler’s brilliant ad campaign that sparked Detroit pride in me.  I am, of course, rooting for the Tigers because of Chrysler’s brilliant ad campaign that sparked Detroit pride in me.  Weird, I know.  I’ve never been within a hundred mile radius of the city.  I am just an ad lover/sucker.

Speaking of innovative ads and by extension innovative technology?  I got the June/July issue of Fast Company today (Read it.  I mean it.  Best magazine currently on Planet Earth.) and they have an article called “Clash of the Tech Titans” about celebrities breaking onto the social media scene.  Guess who was in it?

They compare his triumphant return to Twitter to “the digital equivalent of watching a supermarket ribbon cutting.”  I agree.  Personally, you know I’m not Wilson fan, but I haven’t heard positive praise for his Twitter from even the biggest Wilson-ites.  He’s a big, popular, profitable personality and I’ve been surprised to see how little he’s utilized his Twitter account.   Bryan Srabian, the Giants Social Media director (I’m going to say it.  Is his name a joke?  I mean, really?  Way to close to Sabean Himself for comfort.)  needs to get on him!

You know what I really want to see?  Jeremy Affeldt tweeting him stuff about human trafficking in Thailand and then Brian tweeting back the clip of his appearance on George Lopez.

Okay, snarkyness over.

Have a great Thursday evening and wish me luck pedal-boating tomorrow.  If I overturn, it’ll be The Sister’s fault, right?

Diamond Girl

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If You Look Up “Stoic” In The Dictionary, You’ll See a Picture of Madison. And Sequined Rangers Flip Flops, If You’re Lucky.

Here’s the breakdown of Madison Bumgarner’s season, so far (with a tip of the cap to the people at www.csnbayarea.com who figure out statistics).

13 Starts

2 wins, 8 losses

3.25 ERA

The Giants have had three runs or less in ten of those starts

Two runs or less, in nine of them

One run or less in six of them

In five of them? 

None.

As a Giants fan, what part of that is surprising?   That he had actually had a whole fraction of a Major League season where he got some support.

And that he is unshakably stoic through the whole thing, à la Matt Cain.  He talks to the press every five days with a vaguely amused expression and his NorCarolina drawl and somehow makes you feel a little better about resigning yourself to the fact that he’s that starter on the team right now; the one who the first place team can’t just muster a few runs for.  Eventually, they’ll snap out of it.  If World Series winning/parade/celebrity-hood didn’t initiate you into Giantville, Madison, this should.

The real highlight of last night was, in my opinion, the return of Edgar.

Even in Cincinnati red (I think our colors suited him way better, for the record) he looked and acted and felt like a Giant.  He was injured a good chunk of the time and we all had plenty of complaints about him, but he was a World Series hero.  And his August 30th, 2009 grand slam against the Rockies is one I will never, ever forget.  It was the catalyst moment in that sorta-kinda playoff run and watching it again gives me goosebumps.  You can watch it here.

I feel like we’re overdue for a warm-weather (another sorta-kinda there) offensive outburst tonight.  Anyone with me on that?

Diamond Girl

p.s.   Would you buy clothes from this guy?  Would you buy anything from this guy?  (Even besides the the fact that I wouldn’t buy shirts that say “Designated Kisser” from anyone.)

If you’re looking for a fashionable, summery, feminine way and ever so mildly classy way to show your fandom, try these awesome  sequined Rangers flip flops from the official MLB shop.  I am in love.

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Happy Anniversary to Me! And The Scoop On The Really Very Odd Roadtrip.

I can’t believe it’s been a year.  It’s been an incredibly fun- and fast- 12 months for me and my blog and, you know, the Giants.  They, um, won a World Series.  I harbor a (secret?  No longer.) belief that it has to do with me and my li’l blog.  But don’t tell anyone I said that.  I’m also guessing the Really Very Odd Roadtrip is somehow attributable to me.

They won in an injury-ridden train wreck tonight in Los Angeles, as luck would have it.  No wonder Bochy is so into leaving his starters in too late.  Wilson blew the lead and then came back, got maybe injured, and got the win.  Huff made atrocious defense plays.   But people hit, which is always in improvement.  And Rowand got injured.  I hope it’s not serious.  Please.  Please.  Please.  Then there was Mark DeRosa weirdness.  Everyone’s saying that’s his last Major League at bat, but I’m hoping against it.  The Giants still owe him piles of cash and it’s in everyone’s best interest if he’s available to perform in some dimension.  Never mind those 0-fer numbers.  I’m aware.  But him and his freaky wrist sittin’ out all year just isn’t a positive alternative, to me.  We shall see.

Otherwise, today was depressing because Armando was DFA’ed (something I blissfully failed to notice until my brother broke the news to me, with remarkably little tact.  He could have done it more gently).  Remember when I said the Giants should pick him up in one of my personal favorite blog posts (check it out because it’s my anniversary and I can bully you into anything for a few more hours) that I’ve written?  Same thing applies.  They can ditch MadBum or Vogelsong or Lincecum or whatever and make room for Armando.  Okay.  Maybe not.  Now that I think about it, the Giants probably aren’t the best fit for him right now.  But I hope he finds a job.  And succeeds.  I really do. 

And then I read that Billy Beane had shoulder surgery today.  I’ll resist the insane urge to make some cracks about the A’s (hell, look at the Giants) and their injuries and suffice to say that I hope he gets better real fast and that when he becomes a total celebrity after Moneyball comes out, a la Mark Zuckerberg after The Social Network, I will say I was a fan before.  You’ll vouch for me, right?  Thanks.

And I ever so slightly retract my sarcasm about Cody Ross’s brilliance.  I see it, a little.  But don’t say I told you so.

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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