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Beware the Ides of March and of October

If you’re looking for someone to innumerate all the reasons that long-haired hippie needs to be traded rightthisverymoment, I cannot oblige.  There have been mutterings in Giants-fandom-land for a few days now, but it got really noisy this evening and the calls for firings and releases and trades began to surface in earnest.  Tonight was an ugly game.  No two ways about that.  Key players – ones who we were looking at to carry us through the postseason – have not performed.  Seeing your team go down 8-3 in the championship series is a terrible feeling.

But.  Let’s step back for a moment.

I think we were all a little, “Beware the ides of March!” this spring.  I heard more than a few of you saying this was going to be a bad season to make the Astros seem all peachy (okay, maybe not that, but still).  I certainly did not see the Giants going to the NLCS.  This makes them the second best team in the National League, technically, and probably third best in the Majors, assuming they’re better than the Yankees at the moment.  (Dear Lord, please say yes, please say yes.)

They’re not playing like that right now.  And them being as successful as they have been doesn’t mean this offseason couldn’t include a good deal of overhaul and even if it doesn’t, we’re free to throw out whatever we want.  But they have been successful.  Very successful.

And you know what?  If tomorrow is the Giants last game of 2012, I hope it’s a good one and I hope we have a good time watching it.  There will always be another baseball season.  This one, I know, has surpassed my expectations and hopes for it.  That said… let’s do this, Barry Zito.  Let’s do this.

Also, pro tip, for any of you who happen to be fabulously wealthy Cardinals fans who come to the game decked out in suits.  You plan ahead, right?  You know you’re coming to the game?  So why on earth would you wear a brown suit when you know you’re going to be sporting all the red gear?  Don’t, people.  Don’t.

In tonight’s Joe Buck scoop, Jack White’s Blunderbuss is available for download online!  Unlike most albums, you know, which you have to go pick up to listen to on your turntable.

Diamond Girl

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A Starbucks and Rain-Related Rant

I can think of a few rare instances where a rain delay has ended well.  Zito in Detroit last season is one.  As CBS put it at the time, the Giant smashed the Tigers 15-3.  (Different Tigers than the ones who are dominating everything right now?  Yes.)  But except in the instances of really massive blowouts, I’m generally so disgruntled and stir-crazy and annoyed from all the waiting that the outcome is somewhat irrelevant.

We all knew the rain delay was coming today.  So I got my shoes on and as soon as they started rolling the tarps out, I left and got a coffee and went to the park and read my ridiculously sad book.  I came home with pretty much perfect timing.  Internal rain delay clock?  Why, yes, I do have that.  It was nice, except that I really need to start remembering that Starbucks doesn’t make Dark Roast in decaf, because the Medium Roast – the only one they do make in decaf – is unequivocally revolting.  Apologies to any Medium Roast lovers I may have just mortally offended.

Um, anyway.  Starbucks rant over.

My timing was pretty much perfect.  I got home and went back to watching.  Everything was perfect other than, you know, the game.  After all that rain and delay and jazz, the Giants lost very softly, by a final of 3-1.  There were just a lot of little mistakes on their part and they didn’t take advantage of the mistakes that the Cardinals made, either.  Hunter Pence definitely stood out and not in a good way.  He’s batting .161 in the postseason and is looking a bit like all of the Giants problems mashed into one.  Obviously no game or series is decided by one person and other people have struggled, but Pence’s are magnified at the moment.

It was not a pretty game.  And it was a darn long one, for being as not-pretty as it was.  Medium Roast is looking increasingly appealing after seeing that one finish up.

Just kidding, just kidding.  I choose losing Giants over bad coffee any day.  But here’s to some winning Giants, right?  It’s getting down to the wire but there’s still a good bit of baseball to be played.  Like everyone, I’d guess, I’m dying with curiosity about what Our Boy Timmy will do tomorrow.  A word about that nickname…

…and it’s anecdote time, because I tell a lot of anecdotes around this time of night.  Earlier this season, I was having dinner with a Red Sox fan and suddenly he was all, “How about your boy Timmy?”  Lincecum had just had particularly terrible start.  So I was sort of silent and then I said, “Yeah.  How about my boy Timmy.”   I got this fiercely protective feeling and that was pretty much the end of that.  Let it be known that Red Sox and Giants fans are not a match made in heaven.  ‘Member when the two teams did an All Star Game voting alliance? They were just misleading us.  Seriously.

Things will be better tomorrow.   And hopefully our Pagan Deity of choice will make it a little bit… drier.  Please, Thor/Zeuz/Celtic God Whose Name I Can’t Spell?  No rain?  Thanks.  You’re the best.  I’ll sacrifice some cupcakes to you.

Diamond Girl

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Orange and Black Oreos and Marco Scutaro

First, a public service announcement.  Trader Joe’s has Halloween Oreo cookies and they are orange and brown (which, hey, is pretty close to orange and black).  They are absolutely fabulous and they’re also completely Giants-themed, so go out and buy them.  That was the virtual equivalent of telling you all about the secret Louboutin sale, so you’re very welcome.

Now how about last night’s game?  Some aliens who are actually pretty good at baseball seemed to steal the Giants away and play in their stead and it was awesome.  They actually hit and the bullpen was spectacular because this bullpen is just spectacular, period, and Marco Scutaro was the greatest, even when he was kind of crushed at second base.

A word about that… I don’t think it was intentional from Holliday.  It certainly wasn’t a clean play or an ideal play, but it looked like he genuinely slid wrong by accident, to me.  Part of the reason I think that was just that it was a weird slide, it wasn’t what you usually see in a takeout/let’s-play-football! slide.  I still did my Are You Serious eyebrow, because nobody messes with our Marco Scutaro, but I don’t completely blame Holliday.  And retaliation?  I hope not.  I’m not ever for retaliation, frankly, and certainly not in this situation.

In other news, next time I’m in a pool, which I never am because I live in the Bay Area and it’s too damn cold all the time, I am totally playing Marco Scutaro rather than Marco Polo.  Marco Polo did a lot of marvelous things, but nothing as marvelous as Marco Scutaro.

The series is tied and the Giants seem to like playing away from home (which is weird, but whatever), so I’m feeling a whole lot better about tomorrow.  Not tomorrow’s start time – I’m still annoyed about that –  but the game itself?  Yes.  Most definitely yes.

Diamond Girl

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Harry Potter and Peeta Voice Their Opinions on the Giants

Does this whole coming-from-behind-in-the-series thing ever get old?

Actually…

Work your magic, Hunter Pence.  The whole coming-from-behind-in-the-series thing does indeed get old.  Josh Hutcherson in heart shaped sunglasses (I love you too, internet) agrees with me.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  If you came here looking for some analysis of last night’s game – doubtful – I’d be happy to oblige.  All I request is a plate of warm, fudge brownies and the extended editions of all of the Lord of the Rings movies and you asking very nicely.  See?  I am a very reasonable person.

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Bad Luck, What Happens in The Moment and… The Cardinals

This is my 500th post!  Celebrate with me!  Adore Yu Darvish with me!

I had sort of a bad feeling about last night’s NLDS finale.  I have kind of a bad feeling whenever the Cardinals are involved.  It’s nothing against them personally, it’s just… something against them personally.  Recall last year’s Game We Do Not Talk About.  (Literally.  We literally do not talk about it.  If you start talk about it, I will not hesitate to employ techniques like Willy Wonka’s Stickjaw For Talkative Baseball Fans and plugging my ears and singing Total Eclipse of the Heart at the top of my lungs.)  Anyway, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach as that game played out and the Nationals completed what people are calling the biggest choke in recent memory.

I’d like to stop right there, though.  Yes, they choked.  The Nats were the favorite from the NL to go to the World Series and their decision to shut down Strasburg only adds fuel to the second-guessing fire.  But it’s baseball.   These things happen.  There’s a “choke” almost every year and in large part, it’s just bad luck, it’s what happens at the moment and, you know, facing the Cards (kidding, kidding).  I’m sure it’s a nasty enough moment for the Nationals organization and their fans.  I don’t have much love lost for them myself, but there’s no need to hash and rehash right this moment, either.  I’d rather leave it at that.

On to happier things!

The Giants checked out of their hotel in Cinci in the middle of that game and waited in their plane to take off as the game ended.  I would personally rather endure a myriad of terrible tortures, such as having my liver eaten out every day à la Prometheus, then spend that extra time on a plane, but to each his own, I guess.  Maybe their planes are really nice/equipped with life-size Temple Runs screens or something.

Practically, the outcome was good for us.  The Giants have home field advantage locked down the rest of the way and Tim Lincecum’s beanie habit is alive and well.  Good news, good news.

Photo from @SFGiants.

Also, how about the omnipresent Ryan Theriot smile?  Sadly, no fedora.  But the smile will do.

Diamond Girl

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