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I Am Thankful For…

…in addition to other things, Elf Yourself.  Seriously, I wait all year for that thing.  So when it became that time again recently, I figured I couldn’t miss a chance to dance with Selig.  And (NL MVP, might I add?) Brauny.  And The Zito himself, of course.

(WordPress is sily and won’t let me imbed it, so just click on the photo to see.)

Awesome, right?  I know.

Anyhow, I’d better go now, because I am so excited for the cranberries that I can barely write.  My fingers are (kindasorta) shaking at the thought.  Yo, enjoy, my friends, okay?  Thanksgiving is too fabulous to not enjoy.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  In addition, yes, I am thankful for baseball and béisbol and the Giants and the Rangers and Alexi Ogando via A.J. Preller  and all of that.  I am not as ungrateful as I might appear.  Really.

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This Is the Only Place I Can Really Talk

Not in a depressed, I-am-all-alone sort of way.  Just in a I-officially-lost-my-voice-about-half-an-hour-ago-and-can-only-croak-at-people-now sort of way.  So excuse me if I run on a bit here, because I figure the million-odd words that I would have said in the past thirty minutes are all mashed into this post.

I do like to talk, you know.  (Understatement of the year?  Yes.)

Anyhow!  These past week (it’s almost a week!) since the last out of the World Series has been odd.  I’ve been wearing my coziest jeans and drowning what is left of my brain in chicken soup, but I can’t fully acclimate myself to the offseason because, well, there’s baseball, still.  No small amount of it.  No small amount of Giants in it, either.

First there’s, of course, the Arizona Fall League and there’s the whole Taiwan-MLB All Stars series.  Only two, but enough to blow up my baseball news feed with scores and stats and play-by-plays.  I’m telling you, it weirds me out.

As I have said before, Gameday basically lulls me to sleep in (sometimes less than) 10 minutes, so I am relying on my baseball buddies to keep me updated on all the gossip as to Gary Brown’s virus- or was it that he was just bad?  THE DRAMA.- and Joe Panik’s… panicky ways.  Or something.

As to the Taiwan series, as much as I love Selig and his internationalism, I am having a hard time getting into it.  The All Star Game is one thing, with people from different teams on one, but a whole series?

Wish me and my tortured voice luck, please.  Or some more chicken soup broth.  Oh, yes, that sounds good.  If you’ll excuse me…

Diamond Girl

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Post-It to Bud Selig

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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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127 Hours? You Got Nothing On Me.

Okay, you have something on me. But not a whole lot. After watching 3 ½ hours of the draft and a 4 hour, 29 minute Giants game I had just enough mental capacity to squeak out, Yes, I would like a saltwater taffy. My arms are, thankfully, still connected to my shoulders, though.

Now that the hangover is starting to wear off, I am ready to break it all down. It was a great baseball day.

The first round of the draft is good and bad. The five minutes in between each pick give the hosts time to break down each player and even interview a few of them. I had a good sense of just about all the 33 players who were picked. The compensation round, with a minute in between each one, was a little bit painful because the hosts were talking just as much, but with no time, and the representatives who announced the picks instead of Selig didn’t seem really suited to public speaking. Today, it’s all audio, no show, and it’s going down so fast I can’t keep up. It’s good and bad. I dig the brevity, but it’s so impersonal.

The people who stood out to me in the draft? (Disclaimer: I know nothing about any of these people. These are just guys who happened to stand out to me. )

Number 1, overall, was Gerrit Cole who’s reportedly Brandon Crawford’s sister’s boyfriend. Keeping this in the family, are we?

Number 3, Trevor Bauer, went to the Diamondbacks. He’s being called Tim Lincecum 2.0, both because his motion is similar and he’s known for his quirky personality. I was kind of pumped to have him in the NL West until Andrew Baggarly suggested that he could potentially come to the Majors in late 2011, if the Arizona is making a playoff run. Against the Giants. Forget it. I wish he was in Kansas or something.

 

Speaking of Kansas! The sweet story of the first round was Bubba Starling, a KC kid who was drafted by the same team. The media was eating it up. I was much more interested in Brandon Nimmo, the highest draftee ever from Wyoming (11th, to the Mets) and Jose Fernandez “Bunny Tales: Behind Closed Doors at the Playboy Mansion(14th, to the Marlins) who is a Cuban defector, who has already faced a lot of adversity to get here. I am calling a majorly successful career for him. He seems to have a head on his shoulders.

Oakland had the 18th pick and they went with Sonny Gray, a right handed pitcher who I fell in love with after a minute long feature by MLB Network. A) He’s 5”11. At first claimed to be 6”0, then 5”11 ½. I love little guys. B) He sings. He was in High School Musical. C) He has a contagious smile and seems comfortable in front of a camera. The only thing that put me off was his affinity for the movie Sandlot. I hated that movie. I know that’s a terrible baseball fan sin, but it’s true. Sorry.

And then the Rangers pick at 37th, Zach Cone, intrigued me because he was the only guy in the whole draft whose photo was not of him in a baseball uniform. He was wearing a suit. Interesting. You know how Teen Vogue does “style icons of the future”? I have an inkling that he could be a baseball style icon of the future. At least he’s off to a good start.

Then, of course, the important one. Our newest Giant. Joe Panik, a shortstop “with power” out of St. John’s University. Other than his hard nose (thanks, Baseball America! Useful info.) and his unfortunate (well, fortunate for the people who write headlines) last name, I don’t know a whole lot about him. Except that I’m not panicking- sorry, I had to- and he deserves a nice big hug and welcome to this family. Bye-bye, Brandon Crawford. You were fun while you lasted but we have a new shortstop now! Just kidding.

I’m at 650 words here and so my analysis of the game is going to be sort of second round draft-ish. I.e., fast. Timmy’s 1000th strikeout, while glowing and exciting, was overshadowed in my eyes by eight beautiful shutout innings from the bullpen, the birthday boy (Jeremy Affeldt) swinging for Mars and then getting a walk and, of course, the eventual walk-off hit by Freddy Sanchez. He is so underrated it’s not even funny. I love him to death and am reconciling myself to a summer of walk off wins. Could be worse, right?

Now it’s time to plug in my earbuds and get back to the grainy audio of the 500th round. Draft week is too much fun. Congratulations to all who have been picked.

Diamond Girl

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