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6 Impossible Things After Breakfast, the Giants Version
I admit it: the title was just an excuse to link to a scene from one of my favorite movies in recent history. It has Christopher Lee’s voice and Danny Elfman’s music and Helena Bonham Carter with a massive head, need I really say more?
It’s also rather inspirational, as one of the YouTube commenters remarks in a rare moment of lucidity. Commenters on YouTube tend to be a little bit, er, off their heads, to just continue with the Alice-in-Wonderland-ness, but I completely agree with this one. I mean, if Alice can slay the jabberwocky, then the Giants can beat the Phillies, right? Piece of cake, people. Seriously. The Phillies are not ten times their size and they don’t have Christopher Lee’s voice (important? Yes.) and they don’t have those huge, spiky wings, either. They seem like fuzzy teddy bears, by comparison. And the Giants just proved that last night, with a 4-2 victory to even up the series. The last game is tonight and Pat Burrell is not throwing out the first pitch again, so it’s sure to get off to a better start. (That was my last Pat Burrell snark for a while. Promise. Maybe.)
Anyhow, there really was a point to that title, believe it or not, beyond talking about Tim Burton’s fabulousness. I am going to make a list now, ‘k? ‘K. You know how I love making lists. Here we go. Six Impossible Things After Breakfast, the Giants Version.
6. Brian Wilson who? Santiago Casilla is clean-shaven and he can pitch. The pitching part is a plus. The clean-shaven thing is so very important I cannot even put it into words. No one ever said my priorities were completely straight.
5. Madison Bumgarner may be the first person in recent memory to actually sign a nice-sized contract and then do well. Okay, maybe not the first. But it’s rare, y’all and I was pretty impressed. Maybe it has something to do with his, eh, interesting background. If you have a while to spare between watching cat videos on YouTube or whatever and reading my blog, you should probably check this article out.
4. Pat Burrell was there and the Giants won! Shocking. (I had my fingers virtually crossed up when I promised that up there. Accept my sincere-ish apologies.)
3. I missed Bruce Bochy’s birthday. Facebook is supposed to remind me about these things! Again, apologies. Happy Belated, Bruce’s Head. That is, Bruce.
2. Novel #4, which is a magical realism story about death, has all sorts of strange baseball lingo mixed in. Because I write while I listen to games, when I’m in a time crunch. It’s an… interesting effect, to say the least.
1. The Giants can slay the… I mean, beat the, Phillies. This blog does not endorse slaying. Usually. Except in circumstances of people who vote on the Academy Awards and always vote wrong. You are welcome to slay them. Just try not to mention that I was involved.
Diamond Girl
p.s. In the category of non-impossible things, the Rangers beat the Red Sox 18-3 at Fenway. My smile stretches from San Francisco to Boston and back again.
Inspired By @MLB… Some Completely Fab Leaps
This morning, MLB tweeted, “Greatest LEAP ever? RT if you agree, reply with your favorite leap …http://atmlb.com/x0oTMv”. While that leap is pretty fab, I’m not convinced it is the best ever. So, in honor of this special February 29th (the first time we’ve celebrated that on this blog!), I’ve decided to make a little gallery of what I consider to be some of the best baseball leaps. Some are of catches, some of homers and some are of those beautiful things called World Series victories. I think the most priceless parts of these photos are the facial expressions, but I gotta admit, these guys have some pretty fantastic leg power too.
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- Jeeet-ah ballerin-ah.
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- Tex’s leaps are pretty much the best. For us. Probably not for him.
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- The Catch of the Year, courtesy of Ryan Braun and my sign. (I was there with the sign. Obviously why he made that catch.)
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- Unintentional leap, methinks, for Jacoby Ellsbury. Endless fodder for bloggers like yours truly.
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- Everyone’s favorite leap of all, right here.
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- Who knew Pat the Bat has such a leap?
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- Papelbon. Woah.
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- RuRu and Pujols. *aws*
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- Andrew McCutchen celebrating a homer has a serious case of pure baseball joy. This can only be remedied by a big dose of even more pure baseball joy.
So, what is your favorite leap? Since it is a day that doesn’t really exist, I think we should debate completely fun and mindless things like this. ‘K? ‘K.
Happy Leap Day!
Diamond Girl
My Feelings Towards Pat Burrell: A Photo Series
In light of the recent news that Pat Burell is retiring for good…
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How Many Movie References Can I Squeeze Into One Post? Or a Letter to Aubrey Huff
While I was feeding my fish this morning, I started thinking about Aubrey Huff. And as the day progressed (and the rain came down, down, down), I couldn’t shake it.
Oh, Aubrey.
(He’s two faced, no doubt. Like Harvey Dent except, yeah, way, way less creepy.)
Suffice to say: we’ve seen two different Huffs and have no idea who we’ll see in 2012. Can he be trusted?
(I was all ready to hire James Bond to find out for me, but there are so many of them. Connery or Brosnan?!)
Then again, if we knew, it wouldn’t be baseball, right? So I just need to sit tight and bite my nails and think of some incentives for Aubrey. Because as Freakenomics so aptly states, incentives are the key to everything and anything on Planet Earth.
Actually, let’s start with a threat, not an incentive:
Forget what I said about Melky bringing balance to the Force. That’s going to fall to you. If you don’t deliver, Darth Vader will take over and that would be… bad. Or something.
The weight of the world (Giants) is on your shoulders. No pressure.
Or maybe just, clean up yo act, kid. That might work too.
Diamond Girl
p.s. I don’t usually do “happy dances”, but when the news came out that Pat the Bat is all but retired, I totally did one. Sorry, Burrell-ites. Sort of.
162 Things I Loved About 2011 In San Francisco Giants-Land
In no particular order, in honor of the 162 games of the regular season…
162. The walk-off on Opening Day for the second consecutive year. And provided some awesome entertainment along the way as I drove to Fresno to see the Grizzlies Opening Night.
161. The new and improved Pablo Sandoval.
160. The rather awesome drama and content they provided for their reality show.
159. Heck, they had a reality show!
158. They carried first place for a good long while, even though they didn’t finish with it.
157. They had All Stars. A whole bunch of them.
156. They gave me bragging rights for life. We got Carlos Beltran. (Never mind what happened afterwards.)
155. They kinda massacred the Chamber of Horrors, aka Coors Field.
155. NATE. That is all.
154. Their hitting coach who takes, “Reach for the moon, if you fall down, at least you’ll fall in the stars” very literally. Like, he’s-going-to-the-moon literally. It’s sure to bode well for the offense in the future.
153. They chewed gum at the White House. It was strangely endearing.
152. Heck, they went to the White House!
151. They were so resilient I can’t even express it in words. Well, maybe I could. But I have a whole lot more of these to write, so I’m not going to get into it.
150. Santiago Casilla and his epic and previously undiscovered closing skills.
149. Brett.
148. And Brandon.
147. And, oh, the other Brandon too.
145. The multitude of B’s!
144. The incredibly pleasant surprise that was Eric Surkamp in his first start back.
142. And the incredibly pleasant surprise that was Ryan Vogelsong all around.
141. Chris Stewart. And his brainiac-ness. And his overall awesomeness.
140. The fact that AT&T Park exists and is amazingly beautiful. Pays to remember that, every now and then, right?
139. D-Ro having a few more special moments. I really hope he’s back next year in some way.
138. Madison and his trademarked first inning meltdowns. And yes, that he was otherwise amazing.
137. Bruce Bochy. ‘Nuff said.
136. Conor Gillaspie. (The name! The name!)
135. Those special little moments when Guillermo Mota came in for long relief and just saved us all.
134. Getting to see Travis Ishikawa one last time, when he got his ring.
133. OH! Yes! The ring ceremony…
132 …and the mismatched, mint colored boxes the rings came in…
131. …and Sergio Romo goofing off at the ceremony…
129. There was also Vogey’s lovely little speech when he got the Willie Mac Award.
128. Remember when Tim Flannery, third base coach, sang the National Anthem? Epic.
127. The crazy thunder storm/rain delay in Detroit. And the way the broadcasters filled the empty time. That was magical.
126. Kepp’s walk-off vs. the Astros. So there, Houston.
124. Crawford’s grand-slam in his first game against Milwaukee. Remember that? Goosebumps and smiles.
123. The prank Ross et al. played on Huff. Which we got to see because of aforementioned reality show.
122. Did I mention, THE GIANTS HAD A REALITY SHOW?
121. When Brandon Belt met a baby giraffe and took pictures with it. That may actually be my favorite moment of the entire year. Seriously, how utterly fantastic?
120. That they never missed a beat, even after the loss of Posey and then Sanchez.
119. Timmy back to being Timmy, for the most part.
118. And Timmy and Matt Cain both reached 1000th career strikeouts, which was fabulous.
117. Finishing ahead of the Padres. Vendetta? Yes, vendetta.
116. Romo shaving. Because that may imply that other people will shave soon.
115. coughcoughBrianWilsoncoughcough
114. NATE. Again.
113. And Nate’s upper deck shot in Colorado that his brother got. Too many awesome things about that to mention.
112. Slightly irrelevant, maybe, but Jon Miller not doing ESPN any more meant that he broadcasted for KNBR on the weekends. Which was enough to make the season, right there.
111. Together, We’re Giant. It actually grew on me. (But It’s Time is still, and always will be, better.)
110. The “sellouts”. Because they seriously cracked me up. Especially when the upper deck was e-m-p-t-y.
109. The little Sabean moment in Moneyball. When Billy Beane totally played the Giants. My rational mind was outraged and the rest of me was snickering.
108. Watching Pablo’s defense just reappear before our very eyes.
107. Being there for Carlos Beltran’s 300th career homerun.
106. And speaking of homeruns… Brandon Belt had a couple to remember.
105. And when Brandon Belt made the club out of spring training and it felt like nothing could possibly go wrong.
104. The fact that some people didn’t get injured. Can’t think of any? No, I’m sure there were a few.
103. The fact that Aubrey Huff always has good years after bad ones. Most definitely. This bodes well for 2012.
102. While I hated that the cost for parking doubled, I think it was because they won the World Series. And I do love that. So, by extension, I love the new parking rates. Sort of.
101. The Churros guy. If you’ve ever been to a Major League ballpark, you know what I mean.
100-50. Looking at the new lineup every day, usually with my mouth gaping wide open.
49. The few nice Zito moments. They were there. And they were smile-inducing.
48. The fact that the year after the championship, while it wasn’t exactly a success, was not a collapse either. This was a pennant race right down until the end.
47. Can I just say one more thing about Chris Stewart? His first Major League homerun rocked.
46. When Edgar came back, if only for a bit. *sniffles*
45. And remember when Uribe came back? *sniffles again*
44. I also liked riding my first roller coast (no, really. It’s related.) because it drove home that this season was like a roller coaster. Which is to say seriously headache inducing, but fun afterwards.
43. I don’t know how this all worked, but I’ve been hearing Giants ads for the Not For Sale Campaign. If they’ve partnered, then that is most certainly something I love.
42. Jeremy’s rebound year. Minus the frozen burger patties.
41. That they didn’t do anything silly like start the season in Taiwan.
40. That they rocked their doubleheader at Wrigley.
39. Matt Cain ruled overall, as always.
38. That they let themselves get swept by Milwaukee in May. I’m sure they have a crystal ball and knew they wouldn’t get into the playoffs, but the Brewers could, so they gave them that series. Very thoughtful, you know.
36. When Bruce Bochy got congratulated by Ryan Braun on winning the World Series (minute 1:40. I know you want to see it.) This is what I call icing on the cake, people.
35. NATE. One last time. Sorry.
34-20. This is when Diamond Girl had to leave unexpectedly to sniffle in the closet for a bit at the realization that this is really the end of the 2011 season.
19. Okay! Back. Let’s do a silver lining thing now: not winning the pennant means the target-on-back will lessen or disappear. And these Giants do better when there are no Great Expectations. Sorry, Charles Dickens.
18. They also helped me and my new fish bond. I am quite positive that the reason my fish seems to be liking me more is that we’ve endured the torture holed up in my room (yep, I said torture) together.
16. Emmanuel Burriss’s nickname-picky mother.
14. Totally random memory: Pat Burrell and Eli Whiteside both hitting triples in one game. Weird and great.
13. The promotions their awesome TV network came up with. Especially the Ultimate Tim Lincecum one. (Which I, eh, won.)
12. The players designing endearingly horrific t-shirts.
11. That they drafted another good-name player in the draft. That is Joe Panik. If only for the name, it was a good pick.
10. Walk-offs!
9. And more walk-offs!
8. And even more walk-offs!
7. The power outage in St. Louis. Now I really credit the Cardinals (read: Tony LaRussa) for that, but it was a Giants moment anyway. And a darn memorable one, too.
6. When Cainer demonstrated he actually does have the ability to dress well.
4. Last thing about Chris Stewart! I promise! But I remember the first time I saw him do a throwdown to second. And I think I thought it was cupcakes and brownies and cinnamon roasted almonds all mashed into one. (And yet it was good. All those foods mashed together probably, um, wouldn’t be.)
3. Don’t let anyone fool you into thinking you shouldn’t let your kids watch baseball! It’s educational! I mean, this year I learned what “contusion” means. Overandoverandoveragain.
2. It was like a magical realism book (what is a magical realism book, you ask? Read here and be enlightened.) Stray bits of left over magic were everywhere. And that’s even better than full-on magic, somehow. (Although, yes, I like full-on magic when it means winning the World Series. But don’t interrupt my poetic-ness, please.)
1. They gave me a lot to blog about. A lot, a lot. So I thank them for that. And I thank you all for bearing with me and my weirdness and my love of strange foods and for reading and commenting here as well. It’s been a brilliant, crazy year and more fun than I can possibly express.
Now, if you’ll excuse me… I need to go reminisce for a bit more and then find my antlers and morph into Ranger-Girl. Bye-bye, 2011 season.
Diamond Girl
Retrospective on The Desperate Ballplayers of San Francisco
I finally watched the season finale of The Franchise on YouTube and I adored this moment.
(Apologies for the mega-blurry screenshot. You can see it here at minute 4:25.)
I didn’t adore the fact that D-Ro blew out his wrist. It was Freddy Sanchez’s expression when he threw his helmet that I adored. I mean, is that priceless or what? I’ve always thought it would be terribly awkward to be in the dugout when someone goes off like that, but Freddy honestly just looks scared for his life. Burrell’s raised-eyebrow expression is kind of hilarious too. It makes me miss Sanchez even more than before.
Anyhow. As they reminded us about one million times in the last three minutes of the show, it’s a wrap on it now, so I am giving you all my thoughts from the season of the show. Are you ready? No? Well, here you go, anyway:
*A person is not a “story”! The incessant talk of Ryan Vogelsong as a “story” drove me i-n-s-a-n-e.
*Barry Zito seems so sad. The way they wrapped up his story was not inspiring or anything. Isn’t depressing TV is bad TV? I mean, you can watch the evening news and see that no one goes by that. Just my humble opinion on the subject.
*Brian Wilson in obnoxious. But then, what else is new?
*Freddy Sanchez is utterly adorable. Matt Cain and Pablo Sandoval, too. And Jeremy is exactly the kind of father I would have imagined him to be.
*Bruce Bochy cracks me up. To no end.
*Those meetings with Sabes and Boch and Neukom seriously need someone to enliven them. A stand-up comedian would work. Or a girl with a blog with a long name and fourteen inch hair (I measured!). That would be me. In case you didn’t realize that.
Overall, I did enjoy the show. But all that said, I don’t think it was the best they could have done. I think way too much of it was clips from games and Brian Murphy narrating the season. If they had taken full advantage of the reality TV format and delved into the clubhouse and on-the-road stuff more, instead of the families and the games, I think it could have been way better.
Remember Life of Brian in his hotel room, way back when? That rocked. What about on the airplane? Eating out on the road? That’s the stuff I want to see. More than, eh, Ryan and Nicole Vogelsong talking with a- granted, it was pretty, but still- weird backdrop of the city.
It is also worth noting that my thoughts become that much more disjointed on off-days, so I should probably go now. Doesn’t it feel like ages since we’ve played LA? And who else watched The Franchise and what were your thoughts?
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3 + 3 = 3 Wins + Mandatory Low Point In Trailer When Main Character Cries Or Almost Cries If He Is Tough Guy Brad Pitt So He Can’t Actually Cry
I don’t drop “Baseball Gods” a whole lot. But when people hit triples, they always feel like little gifts from Baseball Heaven. And has anyone else noticed that they do tend to come to people who really, really need them?
Like Pat Burrell who is rumored to be the odd man out later this year and Eli Whiteside who has, well, big shoes to fill. And he isn’t really fillin’ them. Then Billy Hall’s (am I coining Billy?) magical half hour with Bam Bam seems to have paid off, which comes at a nice time when Freddy pessimism is at a 2011 high. I am all for the holistic, natural approach and have (some amount of) total confidence that the shoulder can heal on its own but it’s good to have some, ahem, backup.
Which means that this night of three basers notched MadBum his third win of the year and a 3.21 ERA. Sometimes I have the urge to bang the heads of the offense together but then I remember that they do things like hit key triples and I go to my punching bag (laptop keyboard) instead.
We are on our way to sweeping the Diamondbacks, which is a phrase I would have been petrified to utter a few days ago. This is good.
Zito is moving up in the world and will be starting in AAA Fresno tonight. I guess this must be his first time pitching for the Grizzlies and I think he’ll fit in. No snarky-ness there. Barry and Chuckchansi Park just seem like a match made in heaven. Still, I’d be lying if I said I don’t feel like the clock is ticking down to doomsday.
The first Moneyball movie trailer hit the web yesterday my skepticism about it is fading.
I think it looks really good, actually. The hairdresser captured Billy Beane’s vaguely volumized hair perfectly and even if they look nothing alike otherwise (yeah, that’s a big cause of mine) they do kind of make the same expressions.
And am I the only one who thinks doing this looks incredibly fun? Even if that is the mandatory Low Point In Trailer When Main Character Cries (Or Almost Cries If He Is Tough Guy Brad Pitt So He Can’t Actually Cry). So I don’t think it’s supposed to look fun. But it does.
Someone else commented that the field looks suspiciously dark in this walk scene and why doesn’t the stadium have any lights?
True.
I will be in the theater opening day, I think. I’ve only done that for one other movie, Takers, and it was unwarranted. That was a terrible movie (not to mention Hayden Christensen’s character was the first of the bank robbers to die, which tempted me to demand my $8 back, but that seemed petty). I have hope, though. I kind of think this might be my first baseball movie love.
Diamond Girl
p.s. Congratulations to former Giant/Grizzly Jesus Guzman on his call-up to San Diego!
I remember seeing him during his two weeks up at AT&T Park in 2009 and enjoying watching him play. Wishing him much success. I mean, some success. Enough for him to have a happy career but the Padres to keep on their last place, sub-.500 ways.
Maybe There’ll Be a Walk-Off Win Tonight. Total Shot In the Dark. And Baseball Players Shouldn’t Design Clothes. And Other Facts of Life.
So does anyone else remember the moment in the Charlie in the Chocolate Factory movie where they’re in the Great Glass Elevator and they fly over a hospital room? Willy Wonka says, “This is the Puppet Hospital and Burn Center. It’s… relatively new.” And then he gives his uncomfortable little laugh. The reactions?
I’m the Mike Teevee’s father in the equation. Every time a Giant gets injured, I make that expression. The, Are you kidding me, you weirdos?
Freddy is on my top 3 favorite Giants list. I consider him a constant and a sparkplug and the kind of guy who would keep us sane during the injury insanity. Five seconds and one Brandon Phillips hit later, he’s on the DL.
Maybe we should get the Giants their own hospital…?
Brian Sabean wasted no time in picking up a new second baseman, fueling the “this is really bad” fire. Bill Hall is the guy, recently designated for assignment from Huston with nearly identical numbers to Pat Burrell, when he came to the Giants last year. I went to Hall’s Wikipedia and saw the following Awards Highlights.
- Good Guy Award- 2006
- Michael Harrison Award (Community Service)- 2004,2006
- Unsung Hero Award- 2005
- Pitched a 1-2-3 inning as a utility player- 5/28/2010
Huh. I love Good Guys. And the Wiki piece fails to mention that he was the Brewers Team MVP in 2006. Looking at pictures of him in that Brewers uniform is acclimating me to the idea of having him in a Giants uniform. He is reportedly available to play today in what may be a walk of win (total shot in the dark, there).
No matter what, I just hope Aubrey plays games, from now on, in head to toe armor.
(Props to the brilliant person at www.arewestillcool.com who mocked this up.)
I also have to say something about the line of Giant-designed jerseys that came out yesterday. I’m not sure what to say. Except that I will not be going out to buy one. They’re hilarious, a little ego-maniacal and I feel like this might be a good time to break out an old blog I wrote but never posted called Baseball Players Shouldn’t Design Clothes and Other Facts of Life.
I mean, really? The font? The faded edges of the corny image?
Diamond Girl
This Changes Everything. Again. Plus Irrational Theories About Chuck Greenberg and Giants Trivia.
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve missed blogging during this transition and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little skeptical of all the changes (then again, change is inevitable except from vending machines) so if you see some weirdness in the text/format/anything else you can think of, bear with me, will you?
I am not bearing with the Giants. Well, I sort of am. I’m sorely tempted to say that the world is ending, but that isn’t until May 21st, so I’m giving them at least until then.
Firstly, what is up with Ubaldo? I have people in my family who are huge Ubaldo fans and after reading an article about him where he talked about his mother’s cooking in SI, I was kind of converted. I know he’s our NL West rival and everything, but I’m really genuinely curious what’s wrong with him. I mean, he allowed three runs of seven innings today, so he was better, but he just doesn’t look like he’s in first half 2010 form. Any theories? I’ve heard everything from Where’s the closest psych ward? (unfair) to His mechanics are profoundly messed (probably an overreaction).
Anyhow. The important stuff from this game:
DeRosa. J-Sanch. Bochy. Burrell. And Belt. Perhaps. (Are there direct flights from Fresno to Denver? I’m checking my totally great Expedia app.)
DeRosa has been displaying a profound lack of ability to hit and though I’m sure that’s misleading and he’s an awesome baseball player (okay, I’m not sure. Not even close to sure.) is there really time for that? He has the Best Accent In Baseball. There’s tons of voiceover work out there. Where they don’t care if you have a creepy sounding wrist thing going on (wrist phobic person, here).
J-Sanch. Well, he hit. More doubles than Buster on the year. And this one is interrelated to Bochy because it’s the second day in a row that he left in a starter “too long”. Granted, they were different situations. But I’m inclined to take that as a lack of bullpen faith, which is understandable to a point. But then the point ends, you know?
Burrell. Sort of smacked himself into that outfield picture, huh? You probably know I’m not much of a Burrell fan, but he makes more sense as a starting player than late inning replacement, I think. Just like Vogelsong makes more sense in the bullpen, simply because Zito can’t. I don’t think either are lesser roles, really. Just different and some people can’t deal with or perform in one or the other.
And then Belt. Can we say, “This changes everything. Again.” right about now?
Because it does.
They aren’t winning.
And he just scored all of the Grizzlies five runs in a game.
Oh.
Steve Jobs, wanna help?
Jon Daniels did a live chat today, by the way, and someone named Chuck kept asking questions. I have an (irrational? Yes.) theory that it was Chuck Greenberg who is bitter about being pushed out of the organization and is stalking JD and Nolan. Is that unfair as well as irrational? Don’t tell me. I already know the answers.
I need to get to bed early tonight in preparation for my rockin’ party tomorrow in honor of my One Year Blogging Anniversary. Read: desserts and a long blog post. Nobody really wants to party with me about a geeky baseball blog.
Diamond Girl
p.s. Trivia time! Does anyone know the Giants Low A Ball affiliate? City and team name? I just found out today.
The Augusta GreenJackets (Augusta, Georgia, that is). Who knew?
Pressure Points That Relieve Headaches For World Series Winning Teams To Play Better At Home
I got my contest prize yesterday, which is this beautiful photo book, “Freak Season”. It has some fascinating little moments and I definitely recommend it to people who are Tim Lincecum fans (though no one is as big as me. I am the ultimate Tim Lincecum fan.) Yesterday was a good day. Today? Not so much.
Reasons today was depressing:
· The Giants were on Fox.
I try not to be one of those endless complainers about national media but the broadcasters today made me want to pluck my eyeballs out with forks. Not literally.
· The Giants lost.
Dismally. In the fog.
· Pat Burrell attempted to run.
I never thought I would feel badly for him, but today I ever so slightly did. It was painful to watch him run. And what is with his eyebrows? If someone doesn’t want to do anything with their eyebrows, I won’t pick on them. But his look done. Just bizarrely.
· Tim Lincecum attempted to pitch.
And failed.
· Tim Hudson pitched.
And succeeded brilliantly. I have a little Big 3 nostalgia for him, but not when he’s blowing my Giants away. Without even huffing and puffing. Profoundly effortless, on his part.
· The offense attempted to hit.
And failed.
· Neftali Feliz was placed on the disabled list.
With right shoulder inflammation. The club said that it’s sort of precautionary, since he’s so young. My fingers are solidly crossed that that is true.
· MLB has a new ad featuring Brian Wilson’s beard that is seriously nauseating.
May I just say that epic is not always a compliment? As in, epic can be an adverb, paired with words such as, “ridiculous”, “hideous” and/or “plain stupid”. On KNBR the other day, they had the topic “Who’s your favorite Giant?” and I was floored by the lack of Brian Wilson responses. I thought I was the odd one out in being sick of the act. I don’t think so. He needs some serious image consultation.
There was some comic relief, though. Like the girl with the “Marry Me, Ryan Braun” sign. I don’t feel like I’m on high enough ground to pick on her, but at least my sign was a non-committal statement and it sure didn’t have my phone number. My ground is at least a few inches higher, right?
And I guess it’s sort of good news that the Giants are going on a 10 game roadtrip after tomorrow, because they seem better on the road, though their record is just about even. I mean, I would be too, if there were crazy people with smeared eye-black and orange chest paint yelling strange cheers at 100 decibels. Which is why I want Meditation Day at the ballpark and I would be a bad baseball player because I would choke when delivering the “the fans were so loud, it was amazing” line. Although maybe they mean amazing in a bad way…? Because otherwise I don’t get it. I wonder if they are given a handbook after they win the World Series about pressure points that relieve headaches. That could be useful. For the players and the fans, actually. I’m going to try acupressure next time I’m there.
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