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Report: Sabean Has Kansas City Sympathies!

Hello, blog and blog readers!  It’s been a little while, hasn’t it?  Well, a few days.  I am young and silly and see a few days as an absolute eternity, so bear with me. 

Anyhow, I have spent these past three days eating mini-cupcakes with green frosting – which, as far as I can tell, are the only upside to St. Patrick’s Day – and listening to Jon Miller on the radio, broadcasting Giants games from rainy Arizona in equally rainy California.  I love the rain and all, but this is still a little extreme.  Enter knit blanket, knit wrap and thick, knit socks.  I am all cocooned and almost warm.  So!  Time to write a blog post.

As I’ve said before, I’ve been largely encouraged by San Francisco’s showing in Spring Training so far.  There have been no massive train wrecks yet and I don’ t feel eliminated from contention on March 19th (in fact, more like completely in contention, what with extra wildcard and all) so the world feels like a bright place, indeed. 

Other than the one big ol’ raincloud and I’m not talking about the one outside my window.  I’m talking about the one named Frederick Phillip Sanchez, Jr.  I’m talking about Freddy Sanchez, peeps.  He’s ache-y and pain-y and injury prone.  We all know that.  But this latest news is still a buzz-kill of massive proportions.  I am a big believer that the mystical powers of Freddy Sanchez at second base = duh, winning so Bruce Bochy’s recent quotes that he may or may not be ready for Opening Day not good news at all.  At all, at all.  Sure, success in 2012 is going to be tied into a whole bunch of guys, not just Sanchez, but I think he’s a key element.  Right up there with Aubrey Huff and Buster Posey’s Ankle.

I’m also a tiny bit worried about the recent trade rumors swirling around Chris Stewart and Eli Whiteside and the Royal of Kansas City.  Which is not in Kansas, for the record.  Not making that mistake again.  It does seem more likely that it will be Whiteside, if anyone, because he has a relationship (no-hitter, y’all) with Jonathan Sanchez, but there’s a possibility it could be Stewart instead.  This may or may not be a terribly popular opinion, but I would really rather not lose Stewart.  I have a deep and long-held belief in Stewart and would like to see at least one more year of him in a Giants uniform as back-up catcher.  I think we might see good things.  Not Buster Posey’s Ankle level, but good all the same.

This does leave me wondering, though: do I sense a trend?  Has Brian Sabean moved his sympathies from the Mets (see:  Zach Wheeler, Andres Torres, Ramon Ramirez) to the Royals (see:  Jonathan Sanchez, potentially one of our back-up catchers)?  Does this mean the Royals are soon going to be filing for bankruptcy and Sabean feels badly, so he’s going to trade loads of our players to them?  The mysteries, the mysteries.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  C.J. Wilson has lost his Best Hair Crown for good for tweeting the loveable Mike Napoli’s phone number out as a “prank”.  I love a good prank as much as the next person, but I have to say I am 100% on Napoli’s side on this.  There’s funny and then there’s basically nasty.  This falls in the basically nasty category, or so my non-existent tarot cards say.

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Tiene Leche? or 10 Facts About Melky Cabrera

I was a bit surprised.  Of all the pitchers, Sanchez was the obvious one to trade for A Bat and this deal was a darn good one for him, but I was still surprised.  I liked Sanchez, personally, when he was sitting in the dugout or doing interviews or something, but when he was on the mound, it was nothing short of maddening.  The no-hitter was fun, but Sanchez?  Not so much. 

Knowing that Kansas City is actually in Missouri makes me feel a little better about it, too.

If I can just disassociate Melky from Miguel in my twisted brain, then all will be well.  He can bat leadoff/play center/bring balance for the Force and I am (almost, kindasorta) stoked.

Let’s get to know the newest Giant, shall we?!

10.  His full name is Melky Astacio Cabrera, which kind of sounds like an almond dessert to me.  Which is, yeah, good.

9.  He’s not as old as you would think.  (No, really.)

8.  His nickname, though, is, “Leche” as in milk (think dulce de) and the Yankees had a “Tiene Leche?”, “Got Milk” scoreboard graphic for whenever he did something impressive.  Do you think that’s copyrighted?  Or could we rip it off?  Because if the Giants use it, I promise to brave the crowds and go to a million games next year.

7.  He’s not as old as you would think.  (No, really.)

6.  He’s best friends with Robbie Cano.  So maybe that means the Giants now have a chance at Cano or something…?  I kid, I kid.

5.  He’s not as old as you would think.  (No, really.)

4.  His birthday is August 11th.  We could start planning a surprise for him now, actually.  The sun is shining, the team is in first place, I repeat, the team is in first place… and there’d be cake and ice cream and piñatas and all that.  But the important part is, ahem, first place.

3.  He’s not as old as you would think.  (No, really.)

2.  He loves cupcakes and Star Wars.  Okay, I completely made that up.  But I’m trying to make this guy more likable, can you blame me for that?

1.  He’s not as old as you would think.  The kid’s 27.  Sabean traded for someone who’s 27!  I mean, do you understand the magnitude of this?  The implications?

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127 Hours? You Got Nothing On Me.

Okay, you have something on me. But not a whole lot. After watching 3 ½ hours of the draft and a 4 hour, 29 minute Giants game I had just enough mental capacity to squeak out, Yes, I would like a saltwater taffy. My arms are, thankfully, still connected to my shoulders, though.

Now that the hangover is starting to wear off, I am ready to break it all down. It was a great baseball day.

The first round of the draft is good and bad. The five minutes in between each pick give the hosts time to break down each player and even interview a few of them. I had a good sense of just about all the 33 players who were picked. The compensation round, with a minute in between each one, was a little bit painful because the hosts were talking just as much, but with no time, and the representatives who announced the picks instead of Selig didn’t seem really suited to public speaking. Today, it’s all audio, no show, and it’s going down so fast I can’t keep up. It’s good and bad. I dig the brevity, but it’s so impersonal.

The people who stood out to me in the draft? (Disclaimer: I know nothing about any of these people. These are just guys who happened to stand out to me. )

Number 1, overall, was Gerrit Cole who’s reportedly Brandon Crawford’s sister’s boyfriend. Keeping this in the family, are we?

Number 3, Trevor Bauer, went to the Diamondbacks. He’s being called Tim Lincecum 2.0, both because his motion is similar and he’s known for his quirky personality. I was kind of pumped to have him in the NL West until Andrew Baggarly suggested that he could potentially come to the Majors in late 2011, if the Arizona is making a playoff run. Against the Giants. Forget it. I wish he was in Kansas or something.

 

Speaking of Kansas! The sweet story of the first round was Bubba Starling, a KC kid who was drafted by the same team. The media was eating it up. I was much more interested in Brandon Nimmo, the highest draftee ever from Wyoming (11th, to the Mets) and Jose Fernandez “Bunny Tales: Behind Closed Doors at the Playboy Mansion(14th, to the Marlins) who is a Cuban defector, who has already faced a lot of adversity to get here. I am calling a majorly successful career for him. He seems to have a head on his shoulders.

Oakland had the 18th pick and they went with Sonny Gray, a right handed pitcher who I fell in love with after a minute long feature by MLB Network. A) He’s 5”11. At first claimed to be 6”0, then 5”11 ½. I love little guys. B) He sings. He was in High School Musical. C) He has a contagious smile and seems comfortable in front of a camera. The only thing that put me off was his affinity for the movie Sandlot. I hated that movie. I know that’s a terrible baseball fan sin, but it’s true. Sorry.

And then the Rangers pick at 37th, Zach Cone, intrigued me because he was the only guy in the whole draft whose photo was not of him in a baseball uniform. He was wearing a suit. Interesting. You know how Teen Vogue does “style icons of the future”? I have an inkling that he could be a baseball style icon of the future. At least he’s off to a good start.

Then, of course, the important one. Our newest Giant. Joe Panik, a shortstop “with power” out of St. John’s University. Other than his hard nose (thanks, Baseball America! Useful info.) and his unfortunate (well, fortunate for the people who write headlines) last name, I don’t know a whole lot about him. Except that I’m not panicking- sorry, I had to- and he deserves a nice big hug and welcome to this family. Bye-bye, Brandon Crawford. You were fun while you lasted but we have a new shortstop now! Just kidding.

I’m at 650 words here and so my analysis of the game is going to be sort of second round draft-ish. I.e., fast. Timmy’s 1000th strikeout, while glowing and exciting, was overshadowed in my eyes by eight beautiful shutout innings from the bullpen, the birthday boy (Jeremy Affeldt) swinging for Mars and then getting a walk and, of course, the eventual walk-off hit by Freddy Sanchez. He is so underrated it’s not even funny. I love him to death and am reconciling myself to a summer of walk off wins. Could be worse, right?

Now it’s time to plug in my earbuds and get back to the grainy audio of the 500th round. Draft week is too much fun. Congratulations to all who have been picked.

Diamond Girl

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Ryan Braun And His Gucci Model Hair And The Rangers Are Plunging Into Darkness (Not Really)

Ryan Braun is endlessly funny.  He’s the guy who can arrive late to his own press conference with hair more befitting of one of those ridiculously tan male models in Gucci ads than a ballplayer and still absolutely rock it.  He can also open a restaurant called Ryan Braun’s Graffito and actually date a model, all with a straight face.  Takes talent.  Must have something to with his Southern California roots.  I am admittedly clueless about people from down there.  They are aliens, around here.

You need two angles on that ‘do, right?

I mean, I carried an I Love U Ryan Braun sign to a game last September and tolerated the snickers and smirks of all the warming up Brewers pitchers for close to an hour.

 

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I do not have a vine tattooed on my hand/arm, for the record.  That’s henna.

I like (love?) the guy.  But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly disappointed to hear about his extension.  I am holding out hope that he’ll fall so in love with the City By the Bay that he’ll waive his no-trade clause and come here.  But it’s getting more unlikely by the second.  Really, I have a lot of respect for players who want to spend their whole career on one team especially when they are obviously winning-crazy like Ryan and on an iffy club.  I wish him all the best and I will be there to see him in San Fran this summer.  I may or may not resurrect the sign.

Meanwhile, the Giants were off yesterday.  Which was good because my head was feeling dangerously close to splitting open.  The Rangers plunging into darkness (caution: that is a dramatized description, not real) and Braun’s years and years of millions and millions were good distractions for my mental health.

The Rangers run lately is more of a gentle nosedive than a plunging-into-darkness-dive, really.  They are in second place now, .5 games behind the Angels of Anaheim, going into a series against Kansas City who are also currently in second place.  That should be an interesting series.  If I drink enough evening orange juice, I may be able to stay awake and watch it on Gameday.  Gameday puts me to sleep, in case you weren’t aware.

It’s April 22nd and we’re closing in on the end of Month 1 of baseball season.  So far, so good.  For me.  I apologize if you are a Boston/Minnesota/Seattle/New York/Houston/San Diego fan.  Losing teams are fun too, right?  Right.  Encouraging statement of the day.

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Ryan Braun Gets Gushy, Zack Greinke Gets Fit Up With Some Sunglasses and Jayson Werth Debuts a New Look

Things that make me giddily excited: a.  the Winter Meetings.  b.  Brownies.  c.  Big, unexpected trades.  Y’all know what I’m talking about.  Even Ryan Braun seemed giddily excited.  Although I have a semi-irrational suspicion that his management had a knife to his back while he spoke to the press.  Because Ryan being that gushy about them is just odd.

Anyway, I hope it goes well for Greinke in Milwaukee.  I don’t know the team and division well enough to have an informed opinion (Brewers diehards, come to my rescue!) on whether they could really contend next year, but I obviously hope they do.  I was sad to see that Jeremy Jeffress was a part of the trade, because he was the sweet guy who threw me a ball at the Brewers game last year.  But I wish him all the best in KC.  

And to congratulate Greinke on his trade, he gets some sunglasses.  Round/heart-shaped face = square sunglasses.  These are by- who else?- Prada.

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Which reminded me that at Werth’s Nationals press conference on Wednesday, he debuted a decidedly better look.

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 Before and After

So, true to my word, I’ve fitted him up with some designer sunglasses.

This pair wouldn’t fit on this picture, but here they are, by Giorgio Armani:

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They’re not too big, which would overwhelm his face, but they have soft angles to contrast his angular face.  And they’re only $275.  Total steal for designer sunglasses.  And total steals on designer sunglasses is another thing that makes me giddily excited.

Diamond Girl

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