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Together, We’re Suckers.

MLBlogs is going down for the weekend plus Monday tomorrow so I’m going to go really fast, because I can an irrational fear that it’s going to be working on second and then- poof!, it’ll go down.  That’s probably not irrational, actually.  That’s probably exactly how it’ll happen.  But not until tomorrow.  Breathe, Emily.

 

What are the Giants up to?

 

An, um, six game winning streak.  I feel like I should whisper that because it feels a little tenuous and fragile, but it’s not really out of the blue or anything.  Pieces have fallen into place and the crazy home crowds are working their magic (Is it totally 2010 to say It’s Magic Inside?  Do I really have to say Together, We’re Suckers, or whatever lame slogan they have this year?).

 

And the Giants are in first place, a game on top of Colorado. 

 

That is not tenuous.  At all.  Positive affirmation, remember?

 

The intriguing quote of the day, for me was from the Diamondbacks manager, Kirk Gibson “Those guys are world champions, and they showed it in this series.  I feel like we got outplayed this series.”  It’s funny to hear the manager of another team break out the World Champions thing, since that’s feels like it’s outspokenly bad form to bring that up in the Bay Area and really by this time of year, I think all of baseball is getting over last year.  The comment was intriguing to me, I guess, because Gibson and the D-Backs faced the Giants down the stretch last year and I think the caliber of play the past several days has been up there.

 

Is that me being a total over-analyzer or is that kind of what he was saying?

 

Speaking of which.  I’m back in San Fran and went peddle-boating in Golden Gate Park for a birthday today.  I’d never even heard of the lake before but it was beautiful and there were the greatest turtles everywhere and afterwards at the boathouse I spotted this.

 

 

Giant aw.  I love people who love the Giants.

 

Diamond Girl

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Coors Field the Chamber of Horrors and Remember The Balloon Scene in Despicable Me?

We sucked all the air out of Chase Field.  And then, yeah, they sucked the air of us.  Basically, Madison showed encouraging signs aside from the 32 pitch first inning (ouch), Posey and Sandoval went back-to-back with the longball while Huff hit his first of this year, Rowand shows no signs of slowing down (toothy smile) and they are still desperately in need of an Inspirational Defense Coach.

Which is all to say that the game wasn’t that bad.  It was just bad in that they didn’t lose, they made me think they would win and then they lost.  À la Despicable Me balloon scene.  (Can’t find the clip online, but he comes up to a crying little boy, makes him happy with a balloon animal, and then promptly pops it and leaves the child in tears once again.)

 

Coors Field is up tonight.  Say that out loud.  Doesn’t it sound like The Chamber of Horrors, or something?  No?  Must just be me.  And have to do with the creepy humidor.  Wins would be absolutely lovely, but I’m not exactly predicting them.  Positivity only, so I won’t predict anything.

And is this article from the Dallas Observer about Colby Lewis for real?  I’ve been following the Rangers with wide eyes this year, though I haven’t written much about them, and while I get that the reporter is frustrated with them cooling off, what he says is just obscenely ridiculous.

“In Game 2, Colby Lewis is scheduled to start after missing his last regular turn in the rotation because — I’m not making this up — his wife, Jenny, was giving birth in California. To the couple’s second child.  Don’t have kids of my own but I raised a step-son for eight years. I know all about sacrifice and love and how great children are.  But a pitcher missing one of maybe 30 starts? And it’s all kosher because of Major League Baseball’s new paternity leave rule?  Follow me this way to some confusion.  Imagine if Jason Witten missed a game to attend the birth of a child. It’s just, I dunno, weird. Wrong even.  Departures?  Totally get it because at a funeral you’re saying goodbye to someone for the last time. But an arrival is merely saying hello to someone you’ll see the rest of your life.  Dave Bush filled in for Lewis last week in Detroit and threw three scoreless innings of a game that Mark Lowe and the bullpen eventually coughed up. But that’s not the point. Baseball players are paid millions to play baseball. If that means “scheduling” births so they occur in the off-season, then so be it. Of the 365 days in a year, starting pitchers “work” maybe 40 of them, counting spring training and playoffs.  If it was a first child, maybe. But a second child causing a player to miss a game? Ludicrous.”

Let’s clear a few things up.  Nobody thinks you’re making this up.  It is not in the least bit ludicrous.  It’s not even rare.  I know MLB has a new paternity leave rule, but before that players took off for their children’s births anyway (I remember Santiago Casilla last year and Cole Hamels in 2009).  I don’t even know what to say about the “an arrival is merely saying hello to someone you’ll see the rest of your life.”  I, too, have not had kids, but I don’t think that’s how parents view births.  If you want to shell Colby Lewis for his pitching or his hair or his choice of walk-up music, fine.  But please don’t do it about his paternity leave.  Not cool at all.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Happy Anniversary, 1906 Earthquake.  That 3.8 was cute.  Just don’t go getting ideas that we’re okay with something bigger. 

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Why I Don’t Buy the Zito Article and What I Would Do If I Were Sitting Five Rows Away from Dave Dombrowski

As if John Galliano and Charlie Sheen (sorry.   I promised myself to be the only blog in blogosphere not to mention him.  But I just had to.) aren’t enough, Coco Crisp was arrested early this morning from driving under the influence.  I was, of course, sad to hear it.  I’m not particularly a fan of his, but I do follow him on Twitter which, in a bizarre way, makes me feel like I know him.  This isn’t incredibly rare at Spring Training.  Just sad.

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I would also like to say that although I have the utmost respect for Bruce Jenkins, his story from this morning seems really, really iffy.  “A source close to the team indicated Tuesday that there is ‘exasperation’ with Zito, that his status as the No. 5 starter is ‘”definitely not safe.'”  What does that even mean?  Source close to the team?  Indicated?  I have no doubt the Giants are exploring options and don’t necessarily want Zito around, but I really doubt anyone in the organization told Jenkins that.  The story was just to stir up interest and, of course, page hits (hey, I just liked to it above).  The closed door meeting with Bochy and Zito probably was a little tense, because it’s not a fun situation for anyone.  But it seems Zito is trying to do this with a good attitude and is working hard and all parties involved are trying to stop this from getting ugly.

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At least the socks are brighter than ever.

Honestly, maybe it would be best for Zito to leave the Giants.  A change of scenery might be a godsend.  But either way, it’s really, really too early judge Barry 2011.

Let’s end on a happier note by just saying that if I could sit five rows away from Dave Dombrowski , I would faint.  Or I might just go up to him and tell him he should have sent Galarraga to the Giants, not the Diamondbacks.

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Why I Was So Jittery for Play Ball 1.0, Torture 2.0

Things I did this morning:

*Burned my fingers getting a bagel out of the toaster

*Drank black coffee and bounced off the walls on caffeine

*Went through five possible nail polish colors before deciding not to paint my nails at all

*Straightened my hair (which I have only done twice since a fateful November 1st, I might add)

I was jittery.  Really jittery.  You know how it is when you are about to meet up with a friend or family member who you haven’t seen in a while and suddenly you’re not sure if maybe you’ve grown apart?  Yeah, you’ve talked on the phone and emailed back and forth… but what if they just don’t like you and you don’t like them?  Especially if you’ve parted on odd terms.  That’s how I was with the Giants this morning.  My beautiful beat writers and Twitter buddies have kept me updated and in the loop, but I was still irrationally jittery this morning.  Hence all the odd behaviors explained above.  And then, how it always is, the game came on and after one awkward second it was like no time at all had passed.  We hugged and chatted and braided each other’s hair and my burnt fingers stopped hurting.  My Giants and I have a great relationship, like that.

Jon Miller and Dave Flemming made me smile for three hours straight with their long-sleeved Aloha shirts and “the main thing about Spring Training is figuring out who the hell that is” and despite Timmy’s, ahem, rough start the team looks pretty darn good to me.  And they won, which would kind of rock except for the fact that we appear to be in for Torture 2.0.

I would just like to add that the Moonlight Sonata is in a new KNBR ad about the Giants.  The Moonlight Sonata.   I love it, but it’s sort of my depressed-teen-girl piece.  Not something I’d want in a triumphant baseball team ad.  That is all.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Breaking news: the Phillies are officially and undeniably the best team in the history of Major League Baseball!  They beat up on the Florida State University Seminoles, 8-0.  Official and undeniable.

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Oops.

And here was me thinking my conversation with GM Extraordinaire had gone well.

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Oops.  Note to self:  be more convincing next time.

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