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David Stern is a Helicopter Mom and Other Facts of Life

One of the (few) upsides of the offseason is that it reminds me why I am a baseball fan and not a fan of these other crazy sports.  Like the sport with the helicopter mom for a commissioner.  Looking at you, David Stern.  Or the sport where the fans turn on their starting quarterback after one game, one game, and call for him to never-evah be started again.  Looking at you, Niners fans.  Now look, I’m not a fan of these sports.  I follow them very tangentially.  So you can argue that Colin Kaepernick is the greatest thing to happen to the planet since Peter Jackson decided to make the Hobbit movies a trilogy until you’re blue in the face and you probably won’t convince me of anything.  A) Because they tried to fine Alex Smith $25,000 for wearing a Giants hat and he drove in the parade, which forever endeared him to me and also because I think fans should be a little less, ahem, fair-weather.

Let’s not even argue about David Stern.  I found a list of signs you might be a helicopter parents on a site called Momservations and the #1 sign is:  “You run out on a field of play during a time-out to apply sunscreen.”  Which is, like, totally a David Stern thing to do.  I mean, I can just imagine it.

Also, this sign: “Your kid can’t hear what the coach is telling them to do because of your yelling from the stands.”  This is getting eerie, people.

Anyway, in kinda-sorta-not-really-at-all baseball news, I went to the CJM yesterday for The Radical Camera exhibit and if you’re in the area, it’s really a fascinating portrait of early to mid 20th century America, not to mention it’s side by side with an exhibit about the picture book writer and illustrator Ezra Jack Keats, which is amazing.

And guess what postcard I came home with?

Zito Bakery

That one.  #RallyZitoSanitaryBakery.

Diamond Girl

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Offseason Blues

Empty baseball field

–a robin,

hops along a bench

-Book of Haikus, Jack Kerouac

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p.s.  I cannot recommend this book highly enough.  Go find it promptly – it is sure to ease your offseason blues.

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Catch-Up Time

Sorry for my absence!  I’ve been sick and going through prolonged baseball withdrawal, which is not a good combination.  (Also been eating a lot of cranberry chocolate, which is pretty much the greatest thing currently on Planet Earth.)

I know what you’re thinking, but you need to go buy your own.  You can’t have mine.

But I am back and ready to tackle some big things like the fact that every single MLB player is fleeing to the Blue Jays and also that our very own Buster Posey was named Most Valuable Player.

We knew he was most valuable.  But it’s still pretty marvelous for everyone else to confirm it.  We are very lucky to have Buster in San Francisco and while it’s faded from memory now, it really wasn’t a given that he’d be back every day after his injury in 2011.  There was a lot of uncertainty that his mammoth season just about wiped out, but it’s incredible all the same.  Congratulations, Buster.

The American League was a bit of a murkier prospect.  Much was made of the Mike Trout vs. Miguel Cabrera thing and there were more than a few outraged baseball fans when Cabrera took the award in what ended up being not a very close race at all.  And I was annoyed by that.  Because frankly, what it came down to was one very good baseball player vs. another very good baseball player.  I saw Trout play in Anaheim and he was amazing to watch.  I’ve never personally seen Cabrera play, but I have no doubt he is amazing as well.

I would venture to say that this wasn’t all about advanced statistics and sabermetrics; I think as the arguments went on, Cabrera came to signify old school and Trout, new school, in some people’s minds and while that’s fine, it sort of defeats the original argument that these decisions should be entirely based on advanced stats.

I also have to what the point is of an award that is voted on by people if those people are all going to vote based on a certain stat sheet – which stats are important to different people?  I have always thought the point of the BWAA awards was that writers who see these players every day make judgment calls.   A judgment call cannot, really, be right or wrong.  The writers picked the person they picked and ultimately, he’s one of the best players in the game right now.  End of story.

But were you all on Team Trout or Team Cabrera?  Maybe they should have just named Buster Posey Most Valuable Player in the League, People, Deal With It and left it at that.  Much less controversy.

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Yu Darvish’s Rangers-Themed Headphones and Tim Lincecum’s Dog

Happy Cy Young Award day!  It’s a day to celebrate the best pitchers in the game and make some snarky jokes about, ahem, pitchers who are not necessarily the best.  I’ll try to stick to the former category, although you know how hard it is for me.

But yes.  David Price and R.A. Dickey cleaned up for the AL and NL respectively and from the Giants, Matt Cain finished sixth, which is his highest finish for this award yet.  Yu Darvish also got one vote – albeit a fifth place one – which made me ridiculously happy.

Oh, did I also mention that he has Ranger-themed headphones?

I didn’t have a huge stake in the Cy Young Award this year (that is, there wasn’t anyone I was particularly rooting for) so let’s just look at cute photos of Tim Lincecum’s dog Cy and be done with it.

Lastly, the Giants made Jeremy Affeldt’s deal officialofficial today, but it was basically already officialofficial, so no biggie.  Peppermint mochas to all, most especially Dickey and Price who have a lot to be proud of this evening.  Congratulations, gentlemen.

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Pretty Much Just Affeldt and Marlins Jokes

Real live baseball news!  I would do a happy dance, except I don’t really dance aside from That One Time At That One Concert, but for good reason, that stays in Vegas.  (I mean that in the non-literal sense.  After reading the Percy Jackson book where they go to the Lotus Casino, I am way too scared to ever go to Vegas. )

My fears are grounded in reality(ish).

In Giants baseball news, they’ve all but finalized a deal with everyone’s favorite freak-injury-prone lefty, Jeremy Affeldt.  The deal would keep him in San Francisco for three years at about $18 million.  Affeldt is 33 – and did I mention freak injury prone – so the first reaction is, That’s a lot of years and That’s a lot of money.  At the same time, it’s not.  He’s very durable, in terms of his pitching arm and aside from his children, and a core part of the bullpen.  In some ways, it’s a gamble and in some ways, it’s not.  It’s significant money, no two ways about it, but I think relievers are often unvalued, with the exception of closers on occasion, and I don’t think this is a bad place to put some money.  I see Affeldt and Romo as the relief pitchers to lose, so I think it makes sense all around.  I do wonder what the payroll situation will be following another championship win and if it increases, this would certainly make that much more sense.

In non-Giants news… the Marlins kind of spontaneously combusted.  And I know you’re thinking, didn’t they do that a long time ago?  Which wouldn’t be wrong.  There are so many points in the past season alone that could be described that way.  The Marlins necessitate my favorite train wreck photo over and over and over again.

Ahem.  Anyway.  No, they didn’t spontaneously combust like any of the times before.  They just sort of unloaded the better part – not as in better, more as in, most – of their roster on the unsuspecting Blue Jays and left us all scratching our heads even more than when their nightclub in right field was so loud the bullpen couldn’t hear their phone.

(Question:  Do they call it a nightclub during day games?)

Nah.  Not scratching our heads as much as that, actually.  They got rid of some sizeable contracts and promised to hide their embarrassed faces for a while, while they plot new ways to overpay players and hire managers who have bad news written all over them.  Should be a good time!

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Oh!  Is LeBron James a free agent?  He already lives in Miami and everything.  Get on the phone, Jeffrey Loria.

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