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My Unicorn!

Michael Young is a Phillie.

Despicable Me -  Unicorn GIF

Oh, Despicable Me.

That was how I reacted.  Michael Young was my unicorn in that he was like a fluffy stuffed animal and I was very attached to him and more specifically, attached to him as a Ranger.  That man was a Ranger for a very long time.  “How long, Obi Wan Kenobi?” Luke Skywalker might ask.  “A very long time,” Obi Wan would answer.

Now I get that baseballisabusinessMichaelYoungisstillabaseballplayertheRangershadtodoit and all of that, but I’m still sad.  These made-over Rangers are going to take some time to get used to.  (Mike Napoli in Boston red, what is up with that.)  I wish I had Gru to take me to the amusement park to get a new Michael Young in a Rangers uniform.

I blame Hollywood for giving us kids false perceptions of beauty and false hopes about what happens when our stuffed unicorns are disintegrated.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Presumably Young had some say/a lot of say in where he landed, yes?  Which would mean that he chose Philadelphia?  But who would willingly choose to live in Philadelphia and be a Phillie?  I bet he and Cliff Lee are going to be besties.

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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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The Cardinals Haunt My Dreams (No, Really)

I had a bad dream last night.  My mom (sorry, Mom) was convinced that my family needed more pets than just my fish (who, for the record, I did not end up re-naming Carlos) and wanted us to get two birds.  I wasn’t crazy about the idea, but fine.

What kind of birds do you want to get, I asked?

Cardinals, she answered, with a kind of evil glint in her eyes.

Cute and cuddly pet?  Uh, no.

I woke up and wondered if I had somehow made it all up, because it seemed way to perfectly symbolic for my feelings at the moment to be true.  I mean, I did somehow make it up, seeing as it was my dream, but it was completely unconscious.  Which is what makes it basically very weird with a capital W at the beginning.

Anyhow, last night’s game was certainly nightmare worthy and truly painful to watch.  There are a million ways to second guess the team’s choices (read: Napoli at first base), but in reality it was just a plain ole’ blowout.  They happen.  Horribly timed, yes.  Unheard of, no.  I would like to believe it was just a fluke, too, but I am starting to have a nasty feeling that the Rangers of one of Those Teams, that has trouble in the World Series.   I hope they will prove me wrong tonight and in the next three games after that, but we shall have to see.  In any case, I am sure I speak for everyone when I say that mostly, I just want to see good baseball out there, no matter who wins or loses.  Last night was not good baseball.

Except for, well, Albert.  Tip of the beloved white beanie to him for his amazing trio of home runs.  It couldn’t have happened to a better guy, other than his Cardinal-ness.

Speaking of Cardinals… let’s just nip the whole giving-Emily-nightmares-thing right in the bud, shall we?  Please and thank you.

Diamond Girl

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It’s Time, 2.0! This One Goes Out to AJ Preller.

I am not trying to advertise a cheesy horror film or anything , but: g.o.o.s.e.b.u.m.p.s.  Seriously.

I totally felt a clinch in my bones when I woke up this morning so I spent the day in a mildly vegetable-like state, lying in various variations of beds (floor, couch, other bed etc.) and listening to some lame John Mayer stuff.  The idea was to not let myself get too worked up, because I knew I’d get plenty worked up tonight.

And it was all for naught.  I mean, the lazing was fun and all but then tonight’s game was actually not too stressful at all.  It was a veritable (okay, too big a word for a baseball blog, I know) RBI party, instead.

I love RBI parties.

Sorry, am I not making a whole lot of sense?  That probably has something to do with the fact that I am standing up and whooping and clapping my hands together in glee between every few words I write.  That does lead to some incoherent sentences, you know.

Anyhow!  The game just ruled for so many reasons, including, but not limited to the fact, that Michael Young was completely awesome and then glared at Jon Daniels on the podium and JD glared right back.  My brother claims I was imagining that, but I am quite positive I was not.  (I mean, remember this and this?)

The confetti was also utterly fabulous, too.  I have a weakness for confetti and when I started to fall, anything that was left of my, “I am a full-time Giants fan and am not getting too emotionally invested in this.” mantra vaporized into the brownie-tinged air.  Why brownies, you ask?  Well, it was National Desert Day yesterday and I couldn’t resist the opportunity.  That’s why.

The only thing that bothered me about the whole ceremony, though, was the lack of AJ-Preller-thanking.  I, personally, am something of a massive Preller fan and believe that Ogando was an MVP in this series, right up there with Cruz.  Ogando is, of course, a Preller-ism.  But no one said a word in all their copious thank you’s.  So AJ, if you’re out there?  I thank you very heartily.  And give you a hug and some of those brownies.

And hey, say what you will about Laura Bush but I got a couple good looks at her during the broadcast and I want her lipstick color.  Tim McCraver’s, though?  Not so much.  My best guess at the shade was Frosted Fuchsia.  Ick, FOX.  You should know better.   I present you this lipstick matching guide as a helpful tip.

It’s Time, 2.0, people.  I cannot wait for the World Series.  c.a.n.n.o.t.w.a.i.t.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  The Napoli chant rocks.  That is all.

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Me and My Antlers and Theo Epstein and His Cursed Teams

Okay, so!  Are my antlers good luck or are my antlers really, truly good luck?

Why is my head MIA, you ask?  Well, partially, because all my purple eyeshadow has gone missing (believe me, I have some suspects on this) and partially because I’m having a Bad Hair Day with capitals.  You should thank me, really.

It’s not that the Rangers weren’t doing well before I put them on in the beginning of the 11th (hey, did you see Cruz’s throw to home plate?  That is like my definition of “well”.)  It’s just that they weren’t doing well enough to win the game and be done with it.

Which is why I took my antlers off their display perch on my dresser and stuck them on my head.  The rest is history.  Which is to say, the Rangers broke it open and proved walking Beltre to get to Napoli was a bad idea, not to mention that Nelson Cruz likes to hit three runs blasts and he did just that.  It was lovely.

The game was also lovely because a) Michael Young shaved the lame beard and b) he got his first RBI of this postseason.  He also did a fab twirl at first base, fielding a throw from Beltre which made me all gooey and Young-lovey for a good half hour.   (And did I mention how much better he looks with short hair?)

What was not lovely about this game?  The rain.  The tons and tons and tons of rain.  I mean, I love rain, but everything is contextual, you know?  And in this context, the rain was horrible.

This series has gotten a lot harder for me since it moved to Detroit, because, as y’all probably know, I have a bit of a Detroit pride thing going on.  So FOX’s beautiful shots/feel-good stories about the city made me feel for the Tigers.  But once the game started, I put aside all Superbowl-ad-inspired allegiances and tried to focus on my Rangers.

Then came Rick Porcello.

He is just too much fun to watch pitch and I am sure I cannot be alone in saying he is my favorite Tiger.  He is really darn good and I love him.  Once again, my allegiances were tested and once again I prevailed and kept on rooting for Texas.  But this is not as easy as it looks, alright?

And yeah, cranberry bagels rock.  As do the playoffs.  Good night, now.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Apparently Theo Epstein digs cursed teams.  No accounting for taste, I guess.

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