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?