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That Magic Number is One

The Giants are a win away from winning 2012 World Series.  And they are having a damn good time, while they’re at it.

Too jittery and excited to write much more.  But if we’re real lucky and we have a parade in San Francisco in a few days, I’d like a little advance notice, because I need to grow a few inches before it takes place.  Being short is no fun at parades.

In other news, I am absolutely dressing up as Hunter Pence Crazy Eyes for Halloween.  Not sure how I’m going to pull that one off, but it will be fabulous when it comes to pass.

Diamond Girl

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The Evils of Consumerism On an Off Day

As you guys know, I have a love-hate relationship with off days.  Aside from them being necessary because of travel and whatever, they’re hard on us fans.  The World Series is intense and a day away from it, while it should be relaxing, just leaves ample time for us all to go stir crazy.   (On which note, anyone else see World War III break out on Twitter today about sabermetrics and the Giants?  As I said.  Stir crazy.)

The Giants are up 2-0 in the series, which is obviously the best way to go into an off day.  A little feeling of confidence is unavoidable (not to mention, wonderful) but this team has come from behind to steal too many series’ this season for me to write off the Tigers.

Madison Bumgarner helped out the cause quite a bit with a stellar performance last night, making us all basically feel like slackers, because he’s 23 and he’s already pitched in two World Series game, not to mention he has a World Series ERA of… 0.00.

Do those zeros look like googly eyes to you?  Because they do to me.  Googly eyes like, “Holy crap, how did we get this lucky?”

The series heads to freezing Detroit now, so it seems only fitting to give full disclosure that I absolutely have a Detroit complex.  See, the Bay Area part of me doesn’t fall prey to the evils of consumerism and advertising, but… I am a complete sucker for those Chrysler commercials.

My sources tell me Detroit is not nearly that pretty (understatement of the year?  Perhaps.), but still.  I hope FOX does some pretty shots of the city.  With that completely awesome slow-mo camera of theirs, maybe?  A girl can dream.  A girl can also have nightmares.  Which I have had about that awesome slow-mo camera of theirs.

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Game 1 of the World Series and a Manic Pixie Dream Bat

That was quite probably the greatest Game 1 of the World Series any of us could have hoped for.  Actually, probably the greatest game, period, that any of us could have hoped for.

More than a few people wrote off this game as a certain loss for the Giants and that wasn’t unreasonable – they were facing Justin Verlander, for God’s sake.  When the A’s faced JV in the final game of the ALDS, I said more than a few times, “It’s a verb.  To Verlander.  The A’s are about to get Verlander’d.”  And get Verlander’d they did.

The game we saw was a very different game, indeed.  Barry Zito stood tall while Verlander only lasted four innings and, really, his performance was a footnote compared to the performance he played a role in:  Pablo Sandoval’s three home run night.  Three home runs.  That is a lot of home runs.  Like, the number of home rums that might make me blink and pinch myself and wonder, “Am I dreaming?”

I actually wondered that a couple of times during last night’s game.  And it shouldn’t have felt as crazy as it did – the Giants just defeated the defending World Champions in the NLCS by a final of 9-0 and are every bit a solid matchup for the Tigers.  But it did feel a little surreal.  In a good way.  A very, very good way.

There’s still a good deal more work to be done and baseball to be played, but that is a Game 1 that none of us will be forgetting any time soon, I think.

Oh, and can I just throw something out there?  In a game with a lot of good candidates for “favorite moment”, my favorite moment was undoubtedly Verlander’s expression when his pitching coach came out to the mound.  That was priceless.  Seriously, seriously priceless.

Classic, JV.  Classic.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  I know Hunter Pence has gotten his fair share of needling for naming his bats, but I think it’s awesome.  (Of course I do.)  If I were a baseball player, I would totally name my bats.  Sure, my names would probably be, eh, slightly different than his, but still.

Move over, Manic Pixie Dream Girl.  We have the Manic Pixie Dream Bat.

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I #RallyZito’ed Before It Was Cool

The World Series starts tonight and the Giants are in it and that still hasn’t quite sunk in.  I am donning my antlers, just because, and pulling out my Barry Zito pumpkin photo from a few years ago.

I #RallyZito’ed before it was cool.  In other news, yes, I am most definitely a hipster.

Happy Game 1, people!  I cannot wait for this to get started.  I’m hardly even nervous.  Just excited because this is our secondtriptotheWorldSeriesinthreeyears.  If that, my friends, is not marvelous, I don’t know what is.  (Maybe Craig Ferguson monologues?  Yes.  Craig Ferguson monologues are always marvelous.  But the whole World Series thing too.)  Now let’s go get Verlander, shall we?

And post this Zito picture again, because this picture can never be posted enough.

Diamond Girl

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One Tough Act to Follow

(How cheesy is it to use an Eminem line when talking about a Detroit ballplayer?  Very cheesy indeed.)

Verlander.  One tough act to follow, no doubt about it.

Not only is he funny and sweet and humble, he also won 20+ games, went to the ALCS and then won the American League MVP today, backing up his Cy Young Award win last week.  First pitcher to do it since 1986.  (Cue the googly eyes.)

Whoa.  Whew.  And other expressions of surprise and admiration that begin with “W”.

Congratulations to Justin and the Tigers and the city of Detroit and Marshall Mathers, III, while we’re at it.  And Chrysler.  And Ford.  Actually, not Ford.  They make hideous cars.  Just Justin and the Tigers.

But can I just get all critical here, though, and suggest how mega-ly dramatic this all would have been a red carpet show?  I think I’ve said this before.  In fact, I’m sure I have.  But really, picture it.  Baseball players in wonderful silver suits and funny presenters- like, yes, myself- and major drama, camera-cutting-from-face-to-face as the announced the award winners.

Some crocodile tears wouldn’t be too bad either.

And hey, if you can get someone who happens to be Jennifer Lopez to wear a sparkly bodysuit and drive around in a weird car on stage?  That’s even better.

But why or why or why do the Rangers insist on Neftali starting and then put a knife to his back and make him pretend to like it (looking at you, Jon Daniels Knife Bearer)?  Speaking of drama.

Diamond Girl

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