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Pretty Much Just Affeldt and Marlins Jokes

Real live baseball news!  I would do a happy dance, except I don’t really dance aside from That One Time At That One Concert, but for good reason, that stays in Vegas.  (I mean that in the non-literal sense.  After reading the Percy Jackson book where they go to the Lotus Casino, I am way too scared to ever go to Vegas. )

My fears are grounded in reality(ish).

In Giants baseball news, they’ve all but finalized a deal with everyone’s favorite freak-injury-prone lefty, Jeremy Affeldt.  The deal would keep him in San Francisco for three years at about $18 million.  Affeldt is 33 – and did I mention freak injury prone – so the first reaction is, That’s a lot of years and That’s a lot of money.  At the same time, it’s not.  He’s very durable, in terms of his pitching arm and aside from his children, and a core part of the bullpen.  In some ways, it’s a gamble and in some ways, it’s not.  It’s significant money, no two ways about it, but I think relievers are often unvalued, with the exception of closers on occasion, and I don’t think this is a bad place to put some money.  I see Affeldt and Romo as the relief pitchers to lose, so I think it makes sense all around.  I do wonder what the payroll situation will be following another championship win and if it increases, this would certainly make that much more sense.

In non-Giants news… the Marlins kind of spontaneously combusted.  And I know you’re thinking, didn’t they do that a long time ago?  Which wouldn’t be wrong.  There are so many points in the past season alone that could be described that way.  The Marlins necessitate my favorite train wreck photo over and over and over again.

Ahem.  Anyway.  No, they didn’t spontaneously combust like any of the times before.  They just sort of unloaded the better part – not as in better, more as in, most – of their roster on the unsuspecting Blue Jays and left us all scratching our heads even more than when their nightclub in right field was so loud the bullpen couldn’t hear their phone.

(Question:  Do they call it a nightclub during day games?)

Nah.  Not scratching our heads as much as that, actually.  They got rid of some sizeable contracts and promised to hide their embarrassed faces for a while, while they plot new ways to overpay players and hire managers who have bad news written all over them.  Should be a good time!

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Oh!  Is LeBron James a free agent?  He already lives in Miami and everything.  Get on the phone, Jeffrey Loria.

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A Bit of Consolation for Eli Whiteside

Hide your catchers, people, because Brian Cashman is coming to steal them away.  First Chris Stewart and now Eli Whiteside?  Cashman needs to start preying on players at other positions.  Second basemen, maybe.  Or left-handed relief pitchers, perhaps.  That would be good.  But if we don’t watch out, Buster Posey might disappear from right under our noses any minute, so we need to watch out backs.

You know how Oakland fans say they always lose their stars to New York?  Across the Bay, we lose our… non-stars to New York, I guess.

In all seriousness, though, Eli Whiteside is one of those affable players who has lingered through a pretty amazing run for the franchise, never close by but never exactly far away either.  Whiteside doesn’t have any huge highlights, but there was a memorable fight somewhere in there against them Phillies and I, for one, always think of his homer against the Twins last June as well.  Safe travels in New York, Eli.  I hear they have, ahem, some really fabulous Italian restaurants on the Upper West Side.

In my very own New York news, I progressed from a crossing the street on foot when the light was yellow to crossing when the it was full-on red, but I figure it’s okay, I’m just prepping for my late hour Manhattan trip next month.  Which is probablykindasortahappening and if it does, it will be awesome and Eli and I can go to aforementioned Italian place together.

You hear that, Eli?  Everything will be all right.  I will be there to comfort you with ravioli when you begin to miss giraffe hats and San Francisco.

Aside from the big Whiteside news, the hot stove has been pretty much silent.  Like, completely silent.  Like, drop a pin and we would all hear it.  I ate too many vegan energy bars today – I’m not a vegan, but those things are devilishly good – and changed my Tumblr URL and that was all.  (I mean, there was the real life work/school stuff I did, but that doesn’t count.)  Life is lonely without baseball.  ::hot stove hugs::

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A Book Recommendation for Mat Latos and an Address for Your Get Well Soon Cards

“Baseball works in funny ways. The only way I could honestly put it is, we could be like the Giants and go and change our whole lineup, put guys with ‘San Francisco Giants’ across their jerseys. We didn’t.”

In San Francisco Giants lore, Mat Latos will forever live on as That Guy who said the above quote near the end of the 2010 season.  To say he garnered criticism would be a massive understatement.  Livid hate would be more spot on.

And then there was me, giving far too much benefit of the doubt to him and repeating, “Legitimate point said by the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time,” so many times that my mind started filling it in, a la auto-correct.  Just kidding.  Sort of.

Point being, he then turned around that offseason and auctioned off three balls on which he wrote, “I Hate SF!”

I stopped defending him after that.

I still maintain he had a point originally, but the level of classlessness basically totally overshadows that.

I can’t say I was heartbroken to hear he was traded to the Reds today, although it does rob us the satisfaction of seeing our boys in orange and black take him into McCovey Cove every other week.  (Every other week because the Giants play the Padres so. much.)

I do have one recommendation for him, though, before he departs the NL West:

In fact, I don’t know what kind of libraries they have in Cinci, but ‘round here the library has a whole big section on manners and etiquette.  Might find that useful, Mat.  Just might.

In other news, yes, this is totally me pretending to live in England and be 58 and crazy into football.  Get Well Soon cards can be directed to Diamond Girl/AT&T Park/Cot in Center Field/San Francisco, California.

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Let’s Talk B-Craw, Shall We?

Brandon Crawford- aside from the whole looking-like-Zac-Efron-thing – is the kind of guy you want to like from minute uno.  His first Major League hit being a massive grand slam doesn’t hurt either.  So I like B-Craw and I am perfectly happy with seeing him at shortstop when I look into my semi-distant-future crystal ball.  But when I look into my not-so-distant-future crystal ball and see him?  Hm.  Not necessarily so happy.

But sources (who may or may not be the writer’s big-mouthed relative posing as a source) say that Sabean et al. are looking around for shortstop option cautiously but like Crawford as a candidate.

My “hm” just became a “hmmmm”.

It’s not like I’m pressing a knife to anyone’s back to sign a shortstop to a million and one year deal.  At some point, hopefully soon, Crawford will be ready for the bright lights and all that, I’m just not really willing to trust to that personally.

Would O-Cab be better?  Nah.  That is, no.  But there mightbeprobablyis someone out there who could fill the role nicely, because I’m just not read to put a whole lot of faith in Crawford.   While his defense is bee-yoo-tah-ful, he batted .204 last year and was somewhat dismal at more than a few points.

I have one eyebrow raised and my fingers crossed, behind my back.

(Fun fact about me: I once had a clam named Spock.  He lived for, oh, 24 hours?  Don’t call Animal Control, please.  We gave him a rocking name, if nothing else.)

Anyhow, maybe me and Sabean would get along after all.  We seem to have eerily similar feelings about them young players.

This is creeping me out.  No, Brian has not taken over my body and is now operating as me.  But I should probably go now and wash my hands anyway.

Diamond Girl

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In Which I am Dwarfed by a Buster Posey Poster, on Boycotting Sports Organizations and What Giants Beat Writers Should be Saying

Me and my Buster Posey poster!

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I won it (it’s limited edition, no less) in a Twitter giveaway from the Fresno Grizzlies, the Giants AAA affiliate.  It was really hard to get a good picture of me with the poster because from a lot of angles it dwarfed me.  In reality, he’s… ahem, a foot taller than me.  He might dwarf me in person too.  As y’all know, I’m not really a huge Posey fan- so this may or may not join my enormous Return of the King poster on my walls- but I have to admit this is a pretty nice lookin’ poster. 

I also learned today that my grandparents, White Sox fans, but longtime Dodger season-ticket holders have decided not to get season tickets for the 2011 season because they’re disgusted with the organization and feel they basically aren’t trying.  It’s essentially what I did during the World Series, switching allegiances because I was unhappy with the organization, although obviously the Giants were winning.  But I’m curious: have any of you ever boycotted a sports organization (literally, by not patronizing them or just by not rooting for them) because you were unhappy with the management?  Comment and let me know. 

Giants fans and writers seem to be going a little crazy waiting for Sabean to make, you know, at least one move and every Bay Area  beat writer wrote their 1,000th “Why We Need Huff and Uribe” article.  Time for a new line.  Like, “Why We Need Ryan Braun”.  Just an example.

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