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An Open Letter to Morning Games

Dear Morning Games,

You are a fun phenomenon that we get here on the West Coast.  You are probably preferable to whatever East Coasters get – staying up until the wee hours of the morning for California games, I suppose.  But with great power comes great responsibility, you know that, right?  (Semi) singlehandedly you are able to either make or ruin a day.

See, if you come on at 10:10am, there’s a certain element of being catalytic in a person’s day.  Call me dramatic, but I firmly believe this be true.  Point is, starting out with a six run inning?

That is not acceptable.  I get that Barry Zito is allergic to Miller Park or whatever and it’s unethical to keep the roof half open, half closed (cooee, Bud Selig!) but those are not really excuses, when you factor in that you also ruined my coffee and distracted me from all of the things I kindasortareally should have been doing.  8-5 final is better than I was expecting, but it’s still not, well, good.

The game fell apart in a lot of ways, you know, not only Zito.  Case in point:  only two of the six runs scored off of him were earned.  He didn’t look good, by any stretch of the imagination, but the defense was also something akin to abysmal.  Additionally, no one can hit with RISP, so then there’s that.  But I’m not blaming you for that part.  Really, I’m not.  I get that you are basically innocent in this situation.  Just, you know, venting ‘cause we’re buddies and stuff, right?

Yeah.  You get it.

The Giants are off to Miami now, to face Ozzie Guillen’s Marlins for Memorial Day Weekend.  You’re off the hook until the next 10:10am game on Sunday.  We part as friends, then, darling morning games?  Until I find a way to eliminate you?  Might include some elimination of time zones but I’m always down for a challenge.

Make that, usually down for a challenge.  Dealing with Barry Zito melting like an ice cream cone in the sun is not in my job description.  I knew this photo would come in handy again, somehow.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  My actual inspirational jazz for the day?  As they always say, if a team wins each series they play, even without sweeping, that’s pretty darn good.  Nasty final games in a series that is already won are forgettable, thankfully.  Excuse me while I prepare the Kool-Aid.

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Braun Graciously Praised Bumgarner, Guys.

I can’t actually find a time on last night’s Giants game in Milwaukee, but it was either really long or it felt really long.  Which kind of amount to the same thing: me biting my nails, eating pasta, eating gummy butterflies (by the way?  Gummy butterflies > gummy bears.  It’s been proven.) and eventually going to sleep with a smile on my face.

It was an up-and-down one, kicking off with a Buster Posey three-run shot in the first inning and then a whole bunch of triples and things.  Apparently, even when the Brewers sacrilegiously open the roof against Ryan Braun’s wishes, there is pop in Milwaukee.  Braun himself, actually, launched a homer in the eighth to tie the game up and then promptly gave what might be my favorite quote of the year.  It’s only May, so Jon Daniels and Michael Young still have a while to catfight in public and give awesome quotes, but for now?  It’s this one, from MLB.com:

Braun graciously praised Bumgarner.

“He was good, man,” Braun said. “He’s been one of the best pitchers, I think, in the National League since he’s been in the big leagues. His cutter was really on tonight. It’s his best pitch, and when he’s throwing it well, he’s definitely pretty tough to get runs against.”

That’s like when Taylor Swift and Taylor Lautner are in a movie together and all of the screaming fans have seizures from the combination of the two Taylor’s on screen together.  Never mind the wacky analogy, but you know what I mean.  Braun graciously praising Bumgarner is that scale of epic-combo.  Probably higher scale, actually, but I don’t want to the Taylor fans to descend and murder me.

Anyway!  It was Hector Sanchez, of stealing Chris Stewart and Eli Whiteside’s jobs’ fame, who eventually hit the game-winning homer in the 14th and gave the Gigantes the win.  He is rapidly growing on me.  In other news, since when do the catchers hit loads for this team?  Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, but it’s kind of taking me a little time to get used to.

In other Bay Area sports news, the Warriors announced they will be moving to a new arena in San Francisco from Oakland in 2017.  Which is great for them, aside from the unfortunate little detail about the world ending in December 2012.  Then again, if the world does not end, they could always get the pop-up arena from London after the Olympics.  Either way, new arena?  Not necessary, guys.  Not necessary at all.

Diamond Girl

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The Curse of the One Horribly Nasty Inning

For two days there, everything was golden.  The Giants won the Bay Bridge series, Part I for 2012, taking two out of three.  The first game was 8-6, the second 4-0 and the third was, well, 6-2 with the A’s winning.  That’s when the goldenness shuttered to a halt.  In general, I like the A’s just fine.  I follow them casually, seeing as they reside close to me and I have an irrational adoration of Billy Beane, but when they match up against San Francisco, my feelings take a bit of a 360.

Which is all to say, I was glad the Giants won this series and acquitted their side of the bay rather nicely and are now back on the light side of .500.  Confession, though:  I was relieved to see that Josh Reddick got that homer in the final game, if the Giants were the going to lose it anyway.  On Friday night, he smashed himself in the back of the head with his bat after striking out and I’ve been kind of worried for him all weekend.  Presumably a homer will dissuade him from smashing himself in the head for a while?  Because I would sleep much better at night knowing that.  Baseball’s fantastic but it’s not all that, Josh.  Okay?  Okay.  Now that that’s settled!

The unfortunate part of the series, of course, was the last game.  (Aside from the Reddick longball, as previously discussed.)  Because although the club looked all around much better in the first two games, Lincecum had The Curse of the One Horribly Nasty Inning and that pretty much blew the game open.  “What’s wrong with Timmy?” doesn’t cut it at this point.  He claims he needs to become more arrogant and while I applaud the sentiment – who doesn’t want to become arrogant?  I sure do. – I have to admit, I’m not one hundred percent what that has to do with The Curse of the One Horribly Nasty Inning.  I might try the voodoo store in Berkeley, if I were him.  Then again, if I were him, I would also have gotten that haircut a cool five thousand years before he did.  Evidently, I am not him.  If I can become more arrogant and pitch better, I do not object in the slightest.  In the meantime, I am glad to have Madison on the mound in Milwaukee tonight.  Can he bat clean-up, Bochy et al.?  Pretty please?

In other (old) news, Bob Davidson of balkin’ fame was suspended a game for his lack of social skills.  Er, bad “situation handling”.  He apparently did not peace out and check out my ump-themed tote as I advised him a while back.  I do still wonder if he likes rom-coms or action flicks, but I will probably never know.  Ah, well.  Onwards to more pressing things, like…

Beat Mil-Wah, guys!  Just don’t, you know, beat Ryan Braun.  If you can help it.

Diamond Girl

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Ryan Braun = Question Mark (+Organic Oreos and Stuff)

Well.  So.  Ryan Braun.  These past few months have been a bit a roller coaster, in terms of my love for Braun.  Take a look:

And the newest addition to the bunch:

Yeah.  I am officially turning into a baseball schizophrenic, I think.  When the original positive test was reported, I was as surprised as I ever am by a positive test and that means not very surprised at all.  I’m a cynic like that, I s’pose.  But his stance on it was intriguing all the same.  There is a certain element of ‘fessing up or staying quiet and he didn’t do either.  So I sat tight and ate organic Oreos and scrolled through my Twitter feed non-obsessively, 24 hours a day.  Then when it was finally overturned and he was declared innocent yesterday, I stopped mid-oreo cookie (I eat them by breaking off the top and then eating the rest whole, in case you’re wondering) and felt decidedly suspicious.  It seems to be in everyone’s best interest, in many ways, for him to be innocent I was once again rather cynical.

But then there was MLB’s nasty statement (agree or disagree, people, it was pretty nasty) and Braun’s presser this morning.  And I’m leaning decidedly on the, He is innocent side now.

He’s awfully convincing, isn’t he?  And the process seems shady enough that while he may or may not really be innocent, there isn’t enough solid info on the other side to call him guilty.  We’ll have to see where it goes from here, but for now I am leaving that question mark at the end of my sign.  Knowing the sharp-toothed media, we’ll probably discover more about this in the coming days/weeks/months, which I’m curious to see, but I hope we can all just settle down a bit and watch baseball too.

On a lighter note, the terrible hair that was Braun’s during the 2011 postseason appears to have gone bye-bye.  This is good news indeed!

I didn’t really get the jacket, though. Why so many pockets and buttons?  Less is more, Ryan.  Less is more.

Diamond Girl

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I Am Not So Sure I Love U, Ryan Braun

First, an admission (I feel like I’m starting my blog posts this way a lot, lately):  when the whole Ryan Braun thing first broke, I read an article in which one of the paragraphs started, “Braun is appealing.”  I, of course, nodded.  Braun is appealing.  I agree.

Then I realized that, well, that wasn’t really (at all) what they meant.

They didn’t mean he was appealing, in that he has fantastic hair and all that.  They meant that he was appealing the 50 game suspension he’s going to face for allegedly using PEDs during the playoffs.

That was sort of an “oops” moment on my end.

Now, of course, the new reports are saying that not only is he appealing, but the substance detected in the test was a banned substance, but not a performance enhancing drug at all.

The mystery, the mystery.

My feelings on HGH and other performance enhancing drugs are pretty black and white: if you do it and are caught, you should face consequences (MLB seems to agree with me on that).  But at the same time, I don’t think that those who are caught shouldn’t be endlessly brought out and picked on and humiliated for it by the media and us bloggers.

Because they could strip Brauny of his MVP and give it to Kemp, but you know what?  Kemp could very well have done something, too.  Not to be completely cynical, but many of them may have (probably did).   I don’t think we’re anywhere near eliminating the issue.

Still, it does make me particularly sad about Braun.  I hope some satisfactory explanation is given and we avoid the suspension deal, but at the same time, that may feel empty and cover-up like.  At the point, I feel like it’s basically a lose-lose.

Speaking of depressing posts.

September 2010

October 2011

November 2011

December 2011

Diamond Girl

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