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Settling the No. 5 Spot the Old-Fashioned Way

Can you jinx something if you were really, seriously, totally joking?

(I was when I predicted the sweep, in case that wasn’t clear.)

Anyhow, the Giants sure looked like they’ve been jinxed. I am a sort-of eternal optimist, but not only has the offense been snoozing with RISP, the pitching was more than a little shaky too yesterday. The Phillies are making life hard here in San Francisco.

Understandable, then, the real news from last night was the brawl. I mean, I’d rather talk about a brawl than a 9-2 loss too. I’m not usually into fights, but that one was kind of great to watch. Whiteside, for whatever reason, always struck me as really mellow. I was surprised by his involvement. And the Phillie who put him in a headlock. Good television. Unlike the rest of the game.

I think the big questions that came out of the game, though, are, Major funk? (to which the answer is: yes.) and is Jonathan Sanchez really a step up from Barry Zito? I can’t decide. They have a bigger investment (ahem, very big) in Barry but Sanchez is younger and has more potential. Plus the no-hitter, which earns anyone a few brownie points. It’ll obviously depend on Sanchez’s other starts before Zito is eligible to come off the disabled list, but the whole fight thing got me thinking: we should settle this the old-fashioned way. One-on-one combat.

No, not combat like that. No fighting involved. Like a cook-off. Or a sing-off. Or a design-clothing-off. Iron Chef, American Idol and Project Runway all wrapped into one, starring two San Francisco Giants. I bet the ratings would beat The Franchise by a mile.

Here’s how I’m imagining it would play out:

Round 1, Cooking:

Zito: Cooks lumpy looking omelette. B-

Sanchez: Heats up noodle soup in microwave. F

Round 2, Singing:

Zito: Sings Crash Into Me, Dave Matthews Band. Slightly painful. But playing of guitar slightly redeems performance. C

Sanchez: Sings the Giants win song. Gives a whole new meaning to painful but receives points for cute choice of music. D

Round 3, Designing Clothes

Zito: Designs an odd plastic-y yellow suit, somewhat resembling a raincoat. He says it’s high fashion and leaves it at that. C

Sanchez: Designs a cool looking street-punk-trendy outfit. B

If you put it that way, I think we have a clear winner in Barry Zito. Or if you’re more of a traditionalist, then maybe we could just do a pitch-BP-and-players-rate-who-does better thing?

This afternoon’s game is nationally televised and the Giants are now .5 a game ahead of Arizona. Deep breaths, people. Deep breaths.

Diamond Girl

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An Open Letter to Mr. Balkin’ Bob Davidson

Me saying, Peace out! and check out my ump themed tote!

Dear Mr. Balkin’ Bob Davidson,

I’m going to be honest here.  I’d never heard of you before today.  When the broadcasters read out the umps name, they go blissfully into one of my ears.  And then out the other.

You may have a secret passion for indie bands or a strong preference for black olives over green olives.  Your favorite movie may be Jaws or maybe you’re actually a rom-com guy and you loved Bride Wars.  You may not find it the slightest bit suspiciously coincidental that movies called Horrible Bosses and Bad Teacher are coming out within a few weeks of each other.  You may even live under a rock and be unaware that the Giants became World Champions for the first time since moving to San Francisco last year (pardon me if you actually umped the World Series or something) and are desperately, (dare I say it?) tortuously trying to defend that title right now.

Whoever you are and whatever bands you like, I have two things to say to you.

a)       That is the loosest definition of a balk I have ever, ever seen.

b)      Thank you.  From the bottom of my heart.

See, today kicked off with the announcement that J-Sanch is on the disabled list with – cough, cough – bicep tendinitis- cough cough.  I am very skeptical.  I think they’re just giving themselves 15 days to figure this mess out.  The other part of the announcement was that Barry Zito was activated.  Per the earlier statement, he will be starting the second game of the double header in Chicago on Tuesday.

So this is sort of an emotional time for me.

Don’t laugh!

It really is.  I hate seeing Sanchez struggle and even more I hate doubting that he really has tremendous ability inside.  If you look up “maddening” in the dictionary, there is so a picture of him.  At the same time, I am a huge Zito fan (you can say duh if you want to) and cautiously thinking this could be The Moment for him.  A triumphant return.  A fairy tale ending to the contract saga.  Heck, a quality start.  He hasn’t pitched for the Giants since, what, April 17th?  That’s a long time.  I am sort of mulling some “Barry” cupcakes in honor of the occasion.  And crossing my fingers.  Big time.

Anyway.  That was all just to say, a win, albeit a terrifying 1-0 win, was very nice today.  ‘Preciate the help, Bill.  Er, Bob.  Whatever your name is.

We part as friends, right?

Diamond Girl

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May I Respectfully Suggest a Few Things to Jonathan Sanchez?

The San Francisco Chronicle’s story about yesterday’s Giants was titled “Giants finally get a break”.  The sentiment is widespread.  Which is why every time I look at the National League West standings I have an Am I really reading this right? moment.  The Giants are in first place, a game ahead of the Diamondbacks.  Sure, part of it is that the West in not a strong division this year, so far (Arizona, Colorado, Los Angeles and San Diego are all 5-5 in their last 10, the Giants are 6-4).  But you also can’t deny that despite the fact that they look like a limping AAA team at times, they do win ballgames.  Which is, of course, the bottom line.

Jonathan Sanchez is the quintessential example of this and I spent yesterday evening with more forehead rubbing.  He let in two runs over 6 innings.  He gave them a chance to win and they did.  So I’m not complaining.  But he felt like a train wreck while he was at it.  May I respectfully suggest that he cuts the drama classes from his extracurriculars and tapes this up next to his bed?

You can never repeat the basics too many times, right?

Being a baseball fan is a full time job.  This, you know.  Being a Giants fan?  Sort of a life’s work.  So the day off is nice.  Still, I don’t envy the players.  They’re headed to Arizona, where the highs over the coming three days are 104°, 107° and 105° respectively.  Could mean good news for Aubrey, but I, for one, am glad Foul Weather Timmy will be on the bench until the Oakland series.

And to Todd Coffey and his unfortunate capris

We all have bad fashion moments.  And we all know players aren’t responsible for their own uniforms.  That delivered with a meaningful look to all the Eugenio Velez haters out there.

Diamond Girl

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This Changes Everything. Again. Plus Irrational Theories About Chuck Greenberg and Giants Trivia.

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve missed blogging during this transition and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little skeptical of all the changes (then again, change is inevitable except from vending machines) so if you see some weirdness in the text/format/anything else you can think of, bear with me, will you?

I am not bearing with the Giants. Well, I sort of am. I’m sorely tempted to say that the world is ending, but that isn’t until May 21st, so I’m giving them at least until then.

Firstly, what is up with Ubaldo? I have people in my family who are huge Ubaldo fans and after reading an article about him where he talked about his mother’s cooking in SI, I was kind of converted. I know he’s our NL West rival and everything, but I’m really genuinely curious what’s wrong with him. I mean, he allowed three runs of seven innings today, so he was better, but he just doesn’t look like he’s in first half 2010 form. Any theories? I’ve heard everything from Where’s the closest psych ward? (unfair) to His mechanics are profoundly messed (probably an overreaction).

Anyhow. The important stuff from this game:

DeRosa. J-Sanch. Bochy. Burrell. And Belt. Perhaps. (Are there direct flights from Fresno to Denver? I’m checking my totally great Expedia app.)

DeRosa has been displaying a profound lack of ability to hit and though I’m sure that’s misleading and he’s an awesome baseball player (okay, I’m not sure. Not even close to sure.) is there really time for that? He has the Best Accent In Baseball. There’s tons of voiceover work out there. Where they don’t care if you have a creepy sounding wrist thing going on (wrist phobic person, here).

J-Sanch. Well, he hit. More doubles than Buster on the year. And this one is interrelated to Bochy because it’s the second day in a row that he left in a starter “too long”. Granted, they were different situations. But I’m inclined to take that as a lack of bullpen faith, which is understandable to a point. But then the point ends, you know?

Burrell. Sort of smacked himself into that outfield picture, huh? You probably know I’m not much of a Burrell fan, but he makes more sense as a starting player than late inning replacement, I think. Just like Vogelsong makes more sense in the bullpen, simply because Zito can’t. I don’t think either are lesser roles, really. Just different and some people can’t deal with or perform in one or the other.

And then Belt. Can we say, “This changes everything. Again.” right about now?

Because it does.

They aren’t winning.

And he just scored all of the Grizzlies five runs in a game.

Oh.

Steve Jobs, wanna help?

Jon Daniels did a live chat today, by the way, and someone named Chuck kept asking questions. I have an (irrational? Yes.) theory that it was Chuck Greenberg who is bitter about being pushed out of the organization and is stalking JD and Nolan. Is that unfair as well as irrational? Don’t tell me. I already know the answers.

I need to get to bed early tonight in preparation for my rockin’ party tomorrow in honor of my One Year Blogging Anniversary. Read: desserts and a long blog post. Nobody really wants to party with me about a geeky baseball blog.

Diamond Girl

p.s. Trivia time! Does anyone know the Giants Low A Ball affiliate? City and team name? I just found out today.

The Augusta GreenJackets (Augusta, Georgia, that is). Who knew?

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There’s No Place Like Home

Haven’t blogged since the Mets series started and now it’s ended, huh?  I’ve been doing important things like making cupcakes from scratch in just under 13 minutes (impressive and superwoman-ish), getting a haircut (always traumatic, but especially so when the stylist tells me about her former orange mohawk as she cuts my hair.  I do not want an orange mohawk and I am never letting you near my head with scissors again.) and general biting of nails and adjusting of radio antennae.  The usual.

The Giants won 2 out of 3 with that iffy Vogelsong outing, beyond stellar Lincecum outing and dismal Sanchez outing.  The offense snapped minimally to life and Aubrey had a 3 hit game (!) as well as an extra inning game winning homer. 

I’d be lying if I said I was ever a huge Mike Fontenot person (remember this fateful day when I was left wondering “who is this guy”?  And not in the good way that Kruk says it.) but he does provide some interesting and right now really great depth.  His contribution- and opportunity to contribute at all, really- is unexpected for sure but in a pleasant sort of way.  But I’m sure I speak for the whole Short People community when I say I wish his height wasn’t brought up every time he hits or fields a ball.  Time to get a new storyline, media.  Height is boring.  And do you really want to pay for his therapy bills when you give him a complex?  Didn’t think so.

It’s sort of a best of times/worst of times moment for the boys in orange and black because as thrilled as I am about Timmy and his pitching for the ages, they’re still under .500 and coming home to face the Rockies.  Who are sort of (sort of?) good right now.  It’s not dramatically awful there are just troublesome things, like Sanchez’s two terrible starts in a row and Vogelsong’s one bad start and the fact that we are all really losing patience with Tejada and Posey had fewer hits than him on the road trip which is disturbing as a factoid.

Enough with the downer-ness.  The season is young and unexpected heroes have already stepped up.  There are more waiting in the wings (Hello, Fresno/Seattle/cities with underrated players who are interested in trading) I think. 

And San Francisco is really darn happy to have you all home, losers or winners.

This is, sadly, not a real cake.  Just a mocked up one.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Don’t you dare say “that hardly counted as a no-hitter”.  A no-hitter is a no-hitter and they are beautiful, walks and facing terrible teams or not.  My rose-colored glasses magically appear after every one and I glow for a few hours.  Congratulations to Liriano and the Twins.

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