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Yes, This Post Is Titled Brett Pill

Were you surprised?  Seeing as Brett Pill could probably run for mayor of San Francisco (or even governor of California, what with all the disillusioned Dodger fans) and win by a massive landslide, I figure I should probably blog about him.

Well, that and the fact that I ABSOLUTELY ADORE HIM AND HE IS THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO THE GIANTS.  Okay, sorry about the caps.  I try to avoid that.  But Pill is rather a special case, you know?

He was one of the September call-ups, which is to say he was something along the lines of an afterthought for a team that had just been labeled “Out of contention- move right along”.  Apparently, he read that label to say, “Tear it up, kid!  We have a pennant to win!”  Not that I mind.  I’m just surprised.  And impressed.  Very, very impressed.

The series against San Diego certainly went better than I had expected coming in, even though today’s finale was a bit (a bit?) of a let-down.  The whole “see-ball-hit-ball” thing seems to have gone bye-bye.  No matter.  The team is playing a whole lot better and as of right now- and this is sure to change before I post this, just ‘cause- the Rockies are beating the Diamondbacks.  Which doesn’t help tremendously, seeing as this pesky thing called math says with each passing day it is becoming harder for the Giants to catch up, but I was never good at math anyway so I’m just ignoring it.

The point of diving into the lake and all that.  Right?  Right.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Brett Pill! 

Okay, fine.  Finished now.

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My Letter to the Padres

Dear San Diego Padres,

Look.  I know we’ve had our differences.  I know I hated you with something of a burning passion last year- and, okay, much of this year- and I may have made one too many cracks about Jon Daniels vs. Jed Hoyer, but deep down we’re friends, right?  I mean, I hope so.  Because I have a teeny-tiny favor to ask of you.

You are going to be inhabiting Chase Field, the home of the much-feared Diamondbacks this evening and I, well, need you to beat them.

Pretty simple, really.  Just get a few hits, throw some nice pitches and come out with the W. 

The reason I’m proposing this is that it’s really good for both of us.  My Giants get a chance to end today only 2 games back and you get a chance to be only, eh, 11 games back!  Win-win, I know.  You don’t need to tell me how smart I am.

Hey, if you want to just sweep ‘em, you could do that too!  Because, just between you and me, the Giants totally rained on my parade yesterday.  I was sniffing my fingers-which-smelled-like-lemons-due-to-my-making-of-lemon-bars and totally, 100% ready for a win and then they went and… lost.  Sometimes my optimism is hard to keep going.  Which is, of course, why I could use a little help from you.

Thankfully, the lemon bars were perfectly delicious.  So my day was not entirely ruined.

So do we have a deal, Pads?  What if I throw in a new name for your stadium?  (Because even you must admit that Petco Park is rather lame.)  I’m thinking something along the lines of Prada Park or Stadium of Marc Jacobs.  You know.

Love,

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Cole Hamels cannot walk the runway.  In case there was ever a question about that.

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Heath Bell Is Raising Goats in Peru Now?

After all this time, waivers still make my head spin.

As far as I can tell, the Padres wanted to send over Heath Bell to the Giants but the league wasn’t into that idea, so they’ve sent him to raise goats in Peru instead.

Sorry, the possibility of photo shopping that one was too good to pass up.

Or something.

There is the distinct possibility that my brain is a little shaken and jumbled due to the volume of earthquakes (three in twelve hours in the Bay Area, people) and I misunderstood the stories I read.  So don’t quote me on that.

In other news, the Padres are still killing the Giants.  San Francisco has actually started to display some potential for getting runners across home plate (!) but at the same time the pitching has started letting in seven runs, so they are still losing.  ::takes long, deep breath::

Beltran is off the disabled list, which is good news and I hope to see some flashes of brilliance from him.  I am a little skeptical of the plan to have Schierholtz play through a foot fracture and more than a little worried about the number 5 spot (Runzler starting?  Again?  Really?) but we shall see how it will play out.

The Dog Days are nearing an end and I am ready for the stretch run.  I mean, ready-ish.  Having Bell in the bullpen would make a little ready-er.

Diamond Girl

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Why Barry Is Like An Ice Cream Cone in the Sun, Blonde JD and Other Assorted Second Halfness

Well… so… mini-blowouts, blowouts and tight games.  We’ve gotten some pretty good entertainment this weekend.

July 15th, 2011.  In the scheme of blowouts, Giants vs. Padres game ranked with some of the best.  If you’re looking at the 6-1 final score and wondering what’s up with me, then just believe me when I say that felt like a blowout/offensive explosion, overall nice game.  We could call it a mini-blowout.

July 16th, 2011?  That’s maybe a more classic blowout, featuring a Padres win, a 11-3 final score and a Zito meltdown of vaguely epic proportions.  Painful doesn’t cut it.  I mean, I would say that one blowout deserves another, except if that was going to happen, couldn’t we have at least scored a nice round 10 runs or something, before we gave it right back?

And then July 17th, 2011.  Let’s just say the two teams together left 18 runners on and neither got even one extra base hit.  It was a nail-biter and the Giants won 4-3 in the 11th with a suicide squeeze.  That kind of game.

I think whether or not you’re a Zito fan like me, his start has to be disappointing and the one real downer of the series.  It has so felt like he might be getting something good going.  I said his third start back from the disabled list would be the catalyst, but I was wrong.  This is what everyone’s going to remember.

Let me give you my favorite Zito analogy.

Zito when he’s doing well is a chocolate ice cream cone.

But when he goes… he goes fast.  Like an ice cream cone in the sun.

Let’s do a little brightsideness!  The offense has looked encouraging.  While Pablo’s hit streak ended on Friday, he got it right back going, Tejada has looked- dare I say it?- okay, actually and Fontenot’s been a total sparkplug.  Even Aubrey’s gotten a few hits.  You have to get those sad games like Saturday’s out of the way and the Giants just took three out of four from San Diego.  That feels absolutely magic to say.  Not to mention that Matt came out victorious in the Matt vs. Mat matchup.  Small pleasures, you know?

And don’t look now but he Rangers are on an, eh, 11 game winning streak.  Say that aloud for good measure, okay?  I am excited about this because a) that that means they have an identical record to the Giants (World Series re-match, anyone?) and b) I have a sneaking suspicion/dream that Jon Daniels will die his hair blonde again.  And make pictures available to the media.  In the meantime, this will have to do.

Diamond Girl

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Why the San Francisco Giants Need To Be Reading InStyle And Listening to Lullabies and Love Songs

The Dodgers are the Giants rivals.  This, we know.  But they’re vaguely pitiful rivals right about now and the attempted creation of a rivalry between the Giants and Rockies (think: humidor) has sort of lost steam.  The Rockies are certainly opponents.  Just not really rivals.

Enter the Padres!  (Dramatic music.)

San Diego was good last year and dismally bad this year.  Through it all, they have become the arch-nemesis of San Francisco.  Partially, yes, because we can’t seem to beat them but also because they are a well suited rival- somewhat similar (good pitching, no offense) and they are of course, in the League of the Sunny Beaches.   National League West, that is.

Which is why yesterday’s 5-3 loss was more painful to watch than any old game.  Lincecum wasn’t terrible but he wasn’t great and he pulled the mental issues on the mound skeletons out of his closet (really, who pulls skeletons out of their own closet?) while Pablo hit like there was no tomorrow and the rest of the offense slept peacefully.

Speaking of sleeping… I’ve come to the (only logical) conclusion that sleep is the problem.  Not enough sleep.  Hear me out, or rather read this article from yesterday’s San Francisco Chronicle.  In summary, it’s about a small study on Stanford athletes, showing that when they supplemented their recommended eight hours of sleep with an extra two, their sports performance got demonstrably better.  So I think the Giants (yes, even Cody Ross and his million-watt smile) need a few more hours of shut-eye.  So I’ve made a list of tips for sleeping better.  I am totally a source on this.  Me and Sleep are real tight.

  • Buy Lullabies!  Tanja Solnik’s CD of Lullabies and Love Songs puts me to sleep every time.  In a good way.

  • Read Ball Four (If You’ve Already Read it, Read Again)!  I loved that book.  I really did.  But every time I picked it up I fell asleep like clockwork.

  • Read InStyle Magazine for that matter.

(Okay, enough InStyle.)

  • Stretch!  While exercise is a no-no for an hour or so before going to sleep, a few stretches can loosen your body and make you more comfortable and ready to sleep.  I’m rather partial to lying upside down on my big blue ball, daydreaming about a reality show with Theo Epstein/Jon Daniels showdown.  Am I completely imagining that rivalry?

  • When all else fails… turn on late night sports radio.  While the bashing of yourself, may stress you out, it’s the ultimate cure for insomniacs.  Think, Was the Cousins/Posey play clean?  Again.  And again.  And again.

Sweet dreams.

I mean, wake up! 

There’s a game tonight!  And then sweet dreams.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  When John Axford of the Milwaukee Brewers posted this photo to his Twitter account about a fish in his hotel room, all I saw as the Alba orange exfoliating cream in the background.  I was thrilled.   I absolutely love Alba.  Ballplayers do too!

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