So, look. I’ve never been Olive Garden. I’m maybe just a little bit (a little bit?) snobby about food, although I don’t eat samples at the little gourmet stands in the grocery store anymore because of a sort of unfortunate incident with this lady who explained why grapeseed oil is so much better than olive oil so I was like, okay, I’ll taste it. And it came in this strange little ramekin with grapeseed oil and bread and… a piece of paper. I just ignored the piece of paper, but apparently that’ s not how it’s done?
I learned this the hard way.
Anyway, the point of this is just to say that I understand the wrong end of food snobbery. I’ve experienced it. Been scarred by it, even. So while all the San Franciscans went crazy when the baby giraffe guy said his favorite restaurant is Olive Garden I sort of thought, eh, whatever.
Since then, my feelings have changed.
Olive Garden sounds magical and I am not being sarcastic when I say that. I’m kinda sorta extremely tempted to go there because I’m picturing unicorns – maybe it’s Zeets’ favorite restaurant too! – and enchanted forests and food that will make your dreams come true and things like that.
Or maybe I read too much terrible teen fiction?
Happy home opener, everyone!
Came across this picture of me in the cheap seats with my cinnamon roasted walnuts. When is the home opener again?
I mean, baseball’s great and all. But I want some cinnamon roasted walnuts.
I like all cinnamon things, actually. Also, I seem to have cut my hair sometime in between the time these two pictures were taken.
Ladies and gentlemen, Opening Day:
(Via @CarmenKiew on Twitter.)
It wasn’t exactly the Opening Day we were all hoping for, but it was OPENING DAY so that pretty much made up for it, at least to me. The Giants opened against Clayton Kershaw and those Los Angeles Dodgers and Kershaw was very Superman-y and pitched a shutout and also hit a homerun – the first of his career – to break the scoreless tie.
Oh, did I forget to mention that he helped build an orphanage in Zambia in the offseason?
Seriously, though, Kershaw is good stuff to watch and the rivalry is more fun when both teams are doing well and all that. Which is to say, the Giants have to do well too. But they have 161 more games to do that, so Mayans, back off. And they’ll probably only face Kershaw a few more times, so that’s good news.
Baseball is back and just in time for April Fool’s Day, no less. I’d don’t mean to be antagonistic, Bud Selig, seeing as this is a new season with a clean slate between us (right?) but that was sort of bad planning on your part. Like, maybe if there were fewer Interleague Play games we could have started the season on a day other than Annual Prank Unsuspecting Emilys Day?
Forget it. Antagonistic it is.
I’m still alive! Bud Selig’s dreams of baseball becoming all international and Vladimir Putin giving Buster Posey honorary Russian citizenship because, hello, he was MVP? Not so alive. The WBC is all finished up, as far as I can tell, although as I said before, I wasn’t really following it that closely. Understatement of the century? Perhaps. Selig’s dreams and mine for the future of Major League Baseball don’t align very well. Maybe because he’s a Leo and I’m an Aries. That might be it, though the internet seems to think Leo and Aries get along just fine. I never trusted the internet anyway.
Or maybe it’s because I ran against him as commish, even if nobody really noticed that little stunt. In any case, I guess the finale was at AT&T Park, but it was raining and I had to paint my nails and there was no way I was going.
Congrats, Dominican Republic on this huge and important win—eh, forget it. I’m just going to stop trying.
Opening Day is fast approaching (less than two weeks, now!) and the rosters have been narrowed down significantly. Pablo Sandoval’s injury has been making a lot of headlines – mostly because people are bored and it’s Spring Training, but also because the extent of it is somewhat unknown and nothing gets people talking like mystery. Dave Groeschner who is (almost)always (never) reassuring said he thinks that Pablo will indeed be ready for Opening Day on April 1st, so it’s just wait and hope time.
Speaking of injuries, since this is mostly just a Yu Darvish fanblog, I feel I should mention that he missed his last start with a stiff neck. He’s scheduled to throw a bullpen tomorrow, so send good vibes and dreamcatchers his way, m’kay?
In other news, I saw Timmy as in Tim Lincecum spelled “Timmie” today. First time for everything.
If it were up to Bud Selig, the whole season would probably be interleague play with a little international and intergalactic play mixed in. Intergalactic play could actually be pretty cool, if Jar Jar Binks were involved, but I digress. It’s not – thankfully – entirely up to Selig, so for now, there’s not that much interleague play at all.
There is, however, Spring Training when the leagues kind of play musical chairs. Which leads to some pretty fabulous matchups. Bumgarner vs. Darvish kind of matchups. They were both rather good, as one would hope, and it didn’t feel much like a Spring Training game at all. Certainly not to Andres Torres, who took it all a little bit, er, seriously. A little bit more seriously than maybe was necessary, but that’s why we love him, right? Anyhow, Bumgarner beat Darvish as it were, which might have been a) a fluke b) Darvish’s hair was Sampson-like but silly Lincecum started a trend so the rest is history c) Bumgarner rules and his gift ideas do, too. (Nope, never dropping that one.)
In World Baseball Classic news, I do not get it. Any of it. I’m sure it’s not that complicated, but I can’t bring myself to understand how it works. Still waiting on the free gelato/pizza/Italian soda/caprese pasta/mint green Fiat.
That brawl was pretty epic, though. Speaking of people who take things too seriously.
In Canada, which is a country to the north…