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(Yet) Another Open Letter to Bud Selig

Back when I had copious amounts of hair, of course.

Dear Bud Selig,

First of all, I would like to note that our conversations have been feeling a little one-sided lately.  That’s a nice way of saying, Why the heck have you stopped answering my letters?  I put them on lilac-scented paper and everything.  Still, no answers.  I don’t mind you knowing that I feel like you’re blocking me out and that’s pretty hurtful.  Just answer me, okay?  If you’ve forgotten how to mail letters like everyone else in the 21st century, just get your assistant to do it or whatever.

To the point:  I’ve always been annoyed by the process of releasing the next season’s schedule at this time of year.  Kind of random.  Kind of right in the middle of the pennant race.  Or the wild card race.  Or the second wildcard race.  Pennant race is such a passé phrase these days.

But even if you’re going to release them now, why make them so controversial?  Now you may not understand why I find this controversial, but then again, you adore Interleague Play and as you know, I don’t.  So yes, I do find it controversial.  Bordering on offensive.

I used to be able to bear all the Interleague Play kookiness because it ended swiftly, before any of the real stuff kicked off after the All Star Break.  No longer.  Wikipedia and probably you too rationalized it with some mathematical stuff about the Astros moving to the American League necessitating Interleague Play being everywhere all the time, but I don’t really buy it.  “This will force interleague play throughout the season,” it says.  Really?  Force?

I mean, if you must, make the whole first half of the season Interleague, but then stop it there.  Seriously.  And if you’re going to mess with nature – I mean, scheduling – then why not make an effort to make the final month of the season mostly games playing within the division.  Because that’s pretty exciting.  More exciting than the Cubbies and the Mariners facing off in the Saddest Event Since Eli Whiteside Face the Guy With the 10.30 ERA.

(Sure, the Cubbies are going to win the World Series in the next four years.  But probably not next year.  Even Theo Epstein’s magic has some limitations.)

Well, I’ve spouted off long enough.  We actually have some important, non-Interleague games to play, and the Rockies were eliminated from division title contention last night, which just solidified my standing invitation to Dan O’Dowd for tea at my place.  He still hasn’t taken me up on it yet, but maybe when the sting of the elimination wears off…?

Anyhow, get back to me ASAP.  Thanks.

xoxo,

Diamond Girl

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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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Barry Zito Needs a Hug and 9 Other Reasons He Might Be Struggling

Zito is not really pitching that well.  Understatement of the Modern Era.  I’ve talked about this before, so I’m just going to cut to the chase:  I have some theories.  Without further ado, please welcome the theories.  ::cue clapping and a few whoops::

 

1.  He needs a hug.  A real, I-believe-in-you, you-can-do-this, hug.

 

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2.  He needs a time-out.  Not like a skipped start, like a time-out, like they give to pre-schoolers.

 

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3.  Powder went missing.  Perhaps was made into a unicorn-burger by a rich San Francisco guy.  Not Barry Zito.  A different rich San Francisco guy.

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Incidentally… do you think Powder and Barry go to the same hair stylist? 

4.  The Brian Wilson attitude rubbed off on him and he thinks it’s dramatic and fun to mix things up and be a first half pitcher, instead, this year.

 

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6.  He figured some record book, some time, might put him in if he never has an ERA under 4.00 while on the Giants.  It’s true, some record book might.  Like the SF Diamond Girl Record Book.  But I can’t think of any other ones.

 

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7.  He misses Bengie.  I do, too.

 

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8.  John Mayer quit Twitter and so Barry got depressed.  Despite the fact that he official quit Twitter a while time ago, he still might be on it.  Secretly.  ::cue conspiracy music::

 

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9.  Chris Rose, Evil Spirit, has it in for him and sticks pins in his voodoo doll before every start.  I want to see this voodoo doll.  I wonder if it really looks like him.  Capturing his complex spirit in a tiny doll might be, you know, complex?  For lack of a better word.

 

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10.  He thinks the idea of being an 126 million dollar cheerleader (that term was coined by Henry Schulman) is interesting.  I do, too.  If someone wants to give me the job instead, feel free to.  Do cheerleaders get special names, like rapper names?  ‘Cause if so, I want to be Psychic Seagull.


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Diamond Girl

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Zito-Gollum + Meditation Day at the Ballpark + My Suggested Ballpark Menu

I didn’t think they were going to clinch last night and sadly, I was right.  I think the men in orange and black have trouble with expectations.  They were expected to win last night, so they lost, of course.  I also think last night’s game was influenced by the FOX people.  They may not have been in town yet, but you know, the evil spirit of Chris Rose may be far-reaching.  The crew also might have had voodoo dolls of Matt Cain, or something.  This is, of course perfectly planned for them. 

 

You know what else is perfect?  The comparison of Zito to Gollum.  Greatest article I’ve ever read… http://www.csnbayarea.com/10/02/10/SNC-Daily-Rundown-10-2-10/landing.html?blockID=323239&feedID=6900.  It’s by Brad Weimer of Comcast Sportsnet and I keep reading it over.  Perfect observations.  LOTR and SF Giants fans unite.

 

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The yard is loud, these days, by all accounts.  Which is why I think this is just the time for me to pitch my new promotional day idea:  Meditation Day.  This might not catch on for other MLB teams, but I think it would work really well here in San Francisco.  It would be a game where cheering is strictly prohibited and talking too, for the most part.  There would be no PA and little or no scoreboard stuff, so that there would be minimal distraction from the subject at hand.  It would offer the opportunity to center oneself and remember what baseball games are really about: the game.  Pumped crowds are fun for the first few innings, but not so much fun after God-knows-how-many beers in the late innings and in the parking lot afterwards.  I think a meditative crowd at an important game would be fascinating to see.  Some would argue that the team would have trouble playing without the vocal support of the crowd, but I think the silent, mental support would be very powerful.  Security would escort you out if you start cheering.  What do y’all think?

 

The other thing I want to talk about is, you know, food.  At the game.  These next few games may get pretty tense and if we get into the playoffs, that will for sure be tense.  And what do we all do when games get tense?  We buy more french fries.  Not me, actually.  I’ve sworn off all ballpark food, except a warm hot dog when I can’t feel my toes anymore.  But I could lose my life savings if I bought all my food there and it’s also not, you know, tremendously healthy.  So here’s what I usually bring to a game:

 

-Sandwich

-Broccoli (cooked and drained)

-Celery

-Grapes

-Brownies

-Water

 

You can say that I should just let go and eat whatever’s there, but if you’ve never munched piece after piece of celery at a ballgame, you seriously need to go do it.  It rules.  Never mind if you feel like a donkey.

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Okay.  I’m going to go patronize the satan-worshipers.  FOX it is, today.  Clincher?  Maybe.  Torture?  For sure.

 

Honestly, I think it could be the clincher.  As I tweeted earlier, “A day may come when Zito will fail at his goal… but it is not this day!  The words of Aragorn transcend time and universes.”

Diamond Girl

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I Love U, Ryan Braun

Photo says it all, right?  My sister and I went the Giants v. Brewers game yesterday and rooted for the BrewCrew all out.  I also went to their batting practice and held up my sign and while Ryan did not come over and ask to marry me (unfortunate), Jeremy Jeffress did throw me a ball and laughed at me when I missed it.  And.  Memo to the pitching coach: it isn’t polite to stare.  You may have learned that in kindergarten.

The game was pretty dismal other than Braun’s performance.  Needless to say, I held the sign high after his incredible, incredible catch (memo to Ryan: it’s isn’t cool to look pleased with yourself.  You should act like you that all the time.  But you do have a beautiful smile) and hit the two run blast.

I basically left the game thinking, Why do they hit like mad the only game I root against them? and There are better ways to die than suffocating on a BART train.

It’s actually interesting, in a weird way, to root against “your” team in person, to see everything from another perspective.  You should try it some time.  But not in a pennant race, if possible.  That makes things a little bit more sticky.

In any case, I’ll be back out the weekend of July 22nd, 2011 to cheer for my Brewers, unless someone wants to fly me out to Milwaukee the weekend of May 27th.

Next stop, The Coliseum to show some Texas pride.  Which may or may not be popular.  I will have a sign again, I think.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  FYI, it’s “I Love U” with a “U” because there wasn’t room for a “you”.  I wasn’t trying to be the hip teenage girl that I am.

 

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