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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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