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Lopsided Eyebrows and Wide, Wide Smiles

Interleague Play has kicked off in earnest, with the Rangers and the Giants facing off in San Francisco this weekend.  It’s been an interesting series, to say the least, with Texas taking Game 1 by a final of 5-0 and San Francisco winning today, 5-2.  Last night also marked the Rangers first win ever at AT&T Park, in their twelfth game here.  Personally, I credit that to our vastly peculiar weather (did you see the Rangers huddled up in jackets in their dugout, looking completely shell-shocked?), but it also could have been a voodoo curse or the fact that even Jon Daniels’ magnificence takes a while to kick in and the Rangers, aside from the World Series, haven’t played here all that recently.   Maybe a voodoo curse is the most likely theory, after all.

Anyway, I am loving the matchup… AL vs. NL always is strange and fun (and no, the All Star game does not count) and that crazy game up in Seattle was another example of that.  The Mariners, bless their most-hipster-city-in-the-nation hearts, no-hit the Dodgers, using a total of six pitchers.  In San Francisco, there was nothing that wacky but that leadoff homer from Kinsler had my eyebrows a little lopsided and the fact that the Giants were shut out for the first time this year was also, probably, somewhat telling.

The other weird thing is just that, with a few exceptions, there seems to be much more goodwill to go around, during Interleague Play.  Maybe it’s that we won’t play these people again, barring the World Series, but the fans and broadcasters both seem much more willing to compliment the opposing team.  Seriously, there’s been so much Ranger admiration flying in Giantsland that it is kind of making me suspicious.  I mean, I love ‘em too.  Just not sure why Giants people seem so doting.

About that no-hitter, though, doesn’t that seem like lots of fun?  I mean, I’m sure for the starting pitcher who didn’t get to finish it due to injury, it wasn’t all that fun at all, but in general, no-hitters feel like a bit of a solitary achievement, even though the offense and defense are absolutely involved.  I think as a fan, seeing the whole bullpen come together to pull that off would be quite marvelous.  I can’t get into the heads of the (hipster) Mariners fan, so I can’t be sure, but that was my thought.

Overall, I think the Giants seem to be coming into their own, in a peculiar way.  The loss of Melky Cabrera for this series is a painful one, but Pablo’s return is so smile-worth it is not even funny.  The pitching is really as stellar as it’s supposed to be and the offense is beginning to step up.

They’re now 4 back from the first-place Dodgers (scoreboard watching?  Heck yes.), who played again in Seattle tonight and won.  The rubbermatch is tomorrow.  Let’s have a resounding, “Go Mariners!” can we?!

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Can the Josh Hamilton drug jokes please die?  Hamilton is a grown man and he did what he did.  From what I’ve read, he takes the jokes and the criticism alike in stride, but that doesn’t mean we should all do it.  The people in front of me at the Coliseum the other day had a running stream of them and during this Giants series, it’s been the same way.  What’s so very funny about recovering from drug addiction is foreign to me, not to mention, the whole taking-the-high-road thing.  Hamilton is a really, truly brilliant athlete and ballplayer and probably the best hitter in the in the game this year.  I would be more than happy to talk about that.

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Oh My, Melky

How did we get this lucky?  10 50s that Melky Cabera would rock:

10.  Write 50,000 words in a month.   Seriously, if he can get 50 hits in a month?  NaNoWriMo would be cake for him.  Plus, there’s a serious lack of good baseball-related fiction out there.  He could forge the path.

9.  Bake 50 batches of garlic fries in 50 minutes.  Totally.

8.  Have a 50.00 ERA.  To those of you who were thinking we should turn him into a pitcher, ‘cause he’s so good.  I mean, he is so good but it’s probably better to leave him hitting.

7.  Go back 50 years.  Melky Time Machine Guy?  Doesn’t seem at all out of the realm of possibility.  Not to mention, Saturday’s game against the Cubbies is Turn Back the Century Game.  They’re going back 100 years, but that’s a multiple of 50 so I’m guessing Melky was involved.

6.  Take down 50 seagulls with one swoop of the hand.  Not advocating animal cruelty.  Just advocating giving the seagulls a great enough scare that they’d stay at bay (no pun intended) for a while.

5.  End 50 wars.  With one, perfectly-timed high kick.  I can picture this.  That might be thanks to my vivid imagination or it might be because it’s completely plausible.  No comments, guys.

4.  Learn to build a basketball arena and a football stadium in 50 minutes.  They’re building the new Warriors arena right nearby and the Niners stadium not too far away either, right?  Melky could pop in and help with the process in between innings.  I bet he’d be real good at it.

3.  Have a #50 hit on iTunes.  I kind of picture him doing sensitive indie rock.  Alternately, rap.

2.  Encourage expansion to 50 teams.  In MLB, that is.  And man the 20 new teams all on his own.  It could work.  Paging Bud Selig as I write.

1.  Get 50 hits in the month of May.  And thereby break Willy Mays’ record.

Once again, how did we get this lucky?  Pinching myself.  In between paging ol’ Selig.

Diamond Girl

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So Balkin’ Bob Davidson Has a Twin

So I missed today’s Giants game because I was at a mini-baseball tournament (massive tournament for mini-baseball players) with an ump who may or may not have been Balkin’ Bob Davidson in disguise. You know, Bob was suspended a game on May 18th this year and although I imagine he has served that and is back in action now, who knows, maybe he decided to brush up on his umping skills by going back to the basics? It sure looked like it. Over the course of three games in one day, he probably called upwards of six balks, on both teams. It was kind of weird, kind of funny and kind of horrible. Also, yes, there were three games in one day. Why do they put these kids – and, yeah, their long-suffering sisters – through this? One coffee and one overpriced passion fruit-peach-guava juice smoothie later, I am alive and still hearing “balk!” in my head.

I read that Melky was the star of the show for today’s final game in Miami, which the Giants captured by a final of 3-2. That guy is a one man team, for reals. I don’t generally work up the motivation to vote for the All Star Game until the last day or close to it, but I am feeling quite motivated at the moment. Because Melky is that smashing.

I decided to see if I could find a good GIF of Melky and I stumbled across this one on CBS Sports. It made me smile and I watched it, oh, one million times so I figured I should share the love. Grin. Be glad there is only one – scratch that, two – balk obsessed umps on the seven continents. I mean, I haven’t exactly scoured Antarctica or anything, so that’s just a guess. But probably a safe one.

Also! Thoughts go out to my Favorite Ranger Other Than Yu ‘Cause He’s Yu (not you). I’m talking about Alexi Ogando, who’s day-to-day with a bruised right hand. X-rays were negative, so he should be raring to go soon. In the meantime, send virtual blueberry muffins his way.

Diamond Girl

p.s. Hear about this guy who hit a homer by basically hurling his bat at the ball? Interesting new technique. They should introduce Handless Home Run Derby to the ceremonies in July.

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Battle of the 55s

The pitching matchup for tonight!

Am I thousand years behind everyone else in noticing this?  Alternately, seeing as there are a thousand and one 55s in MLB, does nobody else care?  Tonight is a big game, of course, because every Lincecum start is a chance at redemption and what better way to lead into redemption than that 12-7 win last night?  (Correction:  Thanks to tweeter @jeni_2782 for pointing out that the final was actually 14-7.  Say what?  I’m telling you, I can’t keep track of a team that actually scores runs.)  I am not used to those crooked numbers, not used to them at all.  I mean, for a little bit there, I felt like I was watching the Rangers.  Then I remembered that the Rangers have a cool General Manager who broadcasts a few innings of his team’s games on the radio and things and the Giants have Brian Sabean.  Talk about a reminder of what’s what.  That was kind of a sad moment but still, I enjoyed the game.

The Marlins stadium still weirds me out but, hey, if nightclubs are kind of their thing, who am I to criticize?  I am setting my wedding date with Kate Spade New York as I write.  Besides, that tidbit about the club section being so loud they couldn’t hear the phone in the bullpen is seriously priceless.  Remember when Tony La Russa suggested smoke signals because there was a big miscommunication between the bullpen and the dugout?   I thought it was a fantastic idea.  The Marlins might consider it too, just as long as they can figure out how to create teal smoke.  I have complete faith on that front.

The internet knows what I’m talking about.

Let’s also just talk Melky Cabrera for a moment, before I go.  That guy, guys.  He is the best thing to happen to San Francisco since Joe Martinez or something.  (No sarcasm there, I am terribly partial to Joe Martinez.  Never mind the stats.)  I admit to being perpetually puzzled by the Melk Men thing – I think it’s before my time maybe… don’t judge but I kind of get my milk at a grocery store – but with due love to J-Sanch, the Giants got the best part of that trade.   The best, the best.  Observe:

Tiene Leche, as the Yankees used to say.  Maybe we’re not cursed after all?

Diamond Girl

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Diamond Girl’s Most Innovative Companies of 2012 (Okay, Not Really)

Spring training cuts have begun!  This is bittersweet for me.  To some extent, I like the narrowing of the field and removing-players-who-I-never-knew-existed-in-the-first-place, but I also have a bit of a romantic view of Spring Training and seeing all the mini ballplayers (who, granted are not all that mini at all) getting cut is a little sad.  It also reminds me that the season is coming, coming, coming.  Soon.  This is right about when I reach for my flatiron.  I love the season but it makes me terribly jittery.

Anyway!  I am feeling positively optimistic about the Giants at the moment and am I really alone?  Pagan and Cabrera are making me feel like we should have snapped them up and made them play in orange and black a million years ago and you all know how partial I am to Conor Gillaspie.  Starting with the name, ending with the way he plays.  Spring Training is quite probably the only time I will get to see him rubbing shoulders with the big leaguers, so I am soaking it up.  Along with all the rain that is soaking the windows right about now.  To say I crave Arizona sunshine would be an understatement of potentially earth-shattering proportions.  Then there’s Brandon Belt, of course.  Even since last year, I think we’ve all been murmuring conspiracy theories and considering possible terrible punishments for Sabes if he doesn’t treat him better this year.  We will soon know, we will soon know!  Can you tell that I am loving this?  Let’s just say it’s a pretty fabulous break from achy back/editing book/writing new book/working at job/doing this weird thing called school.  Baseball rockz with a  girl band z.  Okay.  Gooey rant finished.

Then there’s the whole personal element.  Even though the Giants are generally in my very own city of San Francisco, they feel closer and more homey when they’re in Arizona.  (Don’t question my logic, I’m terribly sleepy over here.)  I think it has something to do with all the sweet stories of nice autographs to little kids and meal money and Chipotle.  Lots of Chipotle talk.  Because apparently it’s all baseball players eat ever.  I swear, they could do a whole ad campaign based on hungry baseball players.  They’re already one of Fast Company’s 50 Most Innovative Companies in 2012 (you can read that piece here – it’s fascinating) but they only clocked in at #34.  This could totally push them over the edge.  Take ‘em to #1.  They also might make it onto Diamond Girl’s Most Innovative Companies list.  Which hasn’t even been made yet, but there is a first time for everything. 

Okay, time to write a pitch to Chipotle.  I should get going.  And smile in a misinformed way about the NBA news that Andrew Bogut was traded from the Milwaukee Bucks to my hometown Warriors.  The one basketball game I’ve been to was Clippers vs. Bucks and I have been rather partial to Bogut ever since.  So partial that I just found out last week that he fractured his ankle in, oh, January.  Furious Warriors fans, no need to jump on me.  Misinformed is an understatement.  Still, maybe I’ll run into him at a gelato place I frequent in Oakland or something.  If we can get over the height difference, who knows, we might get along?

Diamond Girl  

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