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My Cupcake Calendar Knows Andy Pettitte, Kinda

Since there never seems to be enough time for anything on a Friday, I’m going to put allthebaseballnewsyoucouldeverwant into a 10 piece rundown.  ‘K?  K.

10.  The Giants lost the final game against Houston yesterday, but seriously, who’s thinking about that?  I, for one, am still coasting on the perfect game and ten runs and all of that fabulousness.  Zito gets out of jail free, in terms of blog ripping.

9.  Birthday bonanza!  Andy Pettitte is turning 40 today and that reminded me that I’ve been meaning to talk about him.  Do you see what he’s doing over in New York?  He’s rocking a 2.81 ERA over six starts and showing no signs of slowing.  Ah-mazing.  Can I please be like that when I’m 40?

8.  Also having a birthday today is our very own Tim Lincecum.  Say what you will about him at this moment, I got to thinking about when I was at the stadium on his birthday two years ago and we all sang Happy Birthday to him as he signed autographs.  It’s a rather nice memory.  I think we should all have peace on earth and goodwill to all, especially Tiny Tim.  And I think I have a good feeling about his start tomorrow in Seattle provided, of course, that my sunglasses are present.

7.  It is also Neil Patrick Harris’s birthday, for whatever it’s worth.  Actually, this is what it’s worth.  It seems appropriate for my blog, because I think it all the time after I publish a post.

6.  Aubrey Huff apparently injured his knee jumping over the railing to celebrate da perfect game.  Ow.  CSNBayArea reports he’s headed to the DL and we’re going to be seeing Justin Christian in his place.  The plot thickens.

5.  My cupcake calendar (Do. Not. Laugh.) has had birthday cupcakes for the past few days and today, as well.  It knows me!  It’s psychic!  It knows Timmy and Andy and Neily!  Maybe!  Probably not, but still!

4.  Madison Bumgarner is facing King Felix on Sunday and I cannot wait.  It promises to be a great pitching matchup/total blowout, just because we all thought it would be a great pitching matchup.

3.  For once, I am totally rooting for the Diamondbacks as they take on the Angels who are a nerve-inducing 3.0 back from Texas.  Go Diamondbacks.  I can’t bring myself to include an exclamation point, but seriously, beat them Angels.  (Scoreboard watching?  Heck yes.)

2.  I think I’ve failed to talk about the now infamous “Clown question, bro,” incident, so I am going to do right that right now.  Bryce Harper has got some serious ‘tude.  I alternate between loving it and loathing it.  His use of “bro” which needs to die now is kind of edging me onto the loathing it side, but the deadpan delivery is helping with the love.

1.  Oh, did you hear?  Matt Cain pitched a perfect game.  Yeah.

Diamond Girl

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A Black-and-White World and a Technicolor Baseball Game

Beyond all of the rivalries and the noise, I like to think we all become baseball fans for the same reason.  We become baseball fans for moments, however rare, that put the rest of the world in black-and-white while the baseball field is full Technicolor.  We become baseball fans because when something like that happens – the connection to the other fans, to the players, to what is happening before our eyes – is very tangible and very, very magical.  Those moments get lodged inside of you and through losing seasons, through August blowouts, through crushing walk-off wins down the stretch, those moments are keeping you a fan, even if you don’t know it.

Last night, Matt Cain pitched the 22nd perfect game in the history of Major League Baseball and the first in Giants franchise history.  27 up, 27 down.

I don’t have any fabulous story for where I was when it happened. I was where I usually am during games:  in my bedroom, snuggled up to my radio.  As it got really close, I turned on the video stream from MLB.com and even my long-suffering sister who has very little interest in baseball, other than being unequivocally convinced that Rickie Weeks is actually named Wiki Leaks, was cheering and biting her nails.  I truly believe Cain is a player no one can root against and in a career of high points, including zero earned runs in the 2010 postseason, this was the highest point of all.

I cried about baseball for the first time since Bengie Molina was traded – because, seriously, that was heartbreaking – but this time it was happy tears.  Because while Gregor Blanco dove in the outfield like gravity did not exist and Matt Cain threw the final pitch into Buster Posey’s glove, there was just the game, statistically the best Giants game ever ever, and there is nothing better than that.

I will never forget it, as I am inclined to think none of us ever will.  A tip of the white beanie to Matt Cain who is perfect, now and always.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Also, it was totally the sunglasses.  These things are way lucky.  I don’t believe us fans can bring bad luck, but good luck?  Heck yes.  You’re welcome, Matt Cain, history books and Bud Selig.

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Hugs, Bud Selig.

My day started far too early for a Saturday with a Little League game, A’s vs. Giants.  Nothing weird about that, right?  Aside from the fact that the Curse of Interleague Play (hugs, Bud Selig) hasn’t come upon us quite yet.  And the fact that I was rooting for the A’s.  It pained me, I tell you.  But I have people who I have to root for on the A’s, so that was that.  I swallowed my fandom and did it.  I still have a few words to say to the coach who got the Giants – words like, “You should have given that team to me! – but it turned out to be a good thing that I was rooting for them A’s, because they had an unprecedented comeback, went into extra innings and walked off.  I sunburned (duh) but otherwise, things were wonderful.

I came home to the disastrous end to the real Giants game.  Aubrey Huff played second base and pigs flew, as did Ryan Theriot, but it was too late.  He’s terribly ill, apparently, and just flew into NY today, but is still not well enough to play.  Since the rest of the Giants bench seems to have been mysteriously transported to a galaxy far, far away/the Hundred Acre Wood/Middle Earth, Huff ended up at second.  Need I really say more?   Moving right along.

 Then Philip I-Am-This-Close-To-Remembering-His-Last-Name pitched the 21st perfect game in the history of MLB (yeah, hugs, Bud Selig) for the Chicago White Sox, against the Seattle Mariners.  That was something and by something I mean absolutely perfect.  Literally.  You know what I mean.

Then Jennifer Hudson went through airport security… oh.  Sorry.  Just surfing the front of the news as I write and there’s a story about Jennifer Hudson and the TSA.  News, y’all.  Can I please blame this on Bud Selig?  No?  He wasn’t involved with the TSA?  You lie.  I am quite positive he was.

Anywho.  Then the Yankees had some sort of a brilliant comeback that I followed on and off while I drank orange juice because we’re having a heatwave over here and there is nothing better to soothe the horribleness of a heatwave than orange juice. 

This is all to say, it has been a strange and busy, but mostly strange, day in baseball.  Flyballs are falling out of my ears and when I try to talk about unrelated things, baseball similes are creeping their way in.  So I think I’m going to cut it off right here and nap and eat spinach pizza for a while.  Catch you all (and Bud Selig) later.

Diamond Girl

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Script: My Conversation with Brian Sabean

Time: The Present

Setting:  Post-apocalyptic San Francisco with red tinged sky and eerie silence, except for bats flying around.  Okay, fine.  It’s an office at AT&T Park.  I was trying just to liven things up.  Brian Sabean and Diamond Girl are sitting in the office.  Sabean is wearing a grey suit, minus jacket.  DG is wearing a sweater dress, jeggings and boots.  Her perfume is Amber by Prada and her purple eyeshadow is from MAC. 

DG:  Hello, Brian!

Sabean (looking slightly suspicious):  Hello, Diamond Girl.

DG:  You know, I’m so glad to meet you.  I’ve always been a huge fan of yours.

Sabean (Looking very suspicious):  Huh.  Funny I saw on your blog that you stopped rooting for the Giants in the World Series because you were unhappy with me.

DG:  Uh, no.  That totally didn’t happen. 

Diamond Girl subtly pulls out iPod Touch and deletes the post he is referencing.

DG:  Anyway, Sabes.

Sabean:  Brian.  Or Mr. Sabean.  Or GM Extraordinaire.   Whatever.  Just not that horrible nickname.   I can’t stan–

DG:  Okkkkaayyy.   Moving right along.  What I was trying to say is just that I think you’ve done a great job at setting up your team to repeat in 2011.

Sabean:  Who gave you this meeting?  I have better ways to spend my time than listening to fangirls tell me why my team is awesome.

DG:  I have my ways.  Of getting meetings.

The scene fades and there is a flashback of DG in a witch hat over a cauldron saying an incantation to get a meeting with Brian Sabean.  Scene flashes back.

DG:  Actually, GM Extrordinai–

Sabean:  Please.  I wasn’t being serious.  That was just an example.

DG:  Oh.  Sorry.  Okay.  Mr. Sabean.  I actually have an idea for y’all.

Sabean:   Do enlighten me.

DG:  You know how you’ve always had that sort of loser-hanger-oner-starter the past few years?

Sabean:  Like Wellemeyer or Joey.

DG:  Right.  Who do you think is going to fill that role this year?

Sabean:  We’re World Series champs, Diamond Girl.  We don’t need loser-hanger-oner-starters.

DG:  I beg to differ.  And the great part is that this interesting, talented, only slightly loser-hanger-oner-starter was just DFA’ed.

Sabean:  That’s too good to be true!

DG:  But it is true.  His name is Armando Galarraga and the Tigers DFA’ed him.  Sure, there’s a 2.5 million dollar contract there, but we got money, right?

Sabean:  Wow, Diamond Girl!  What a great idea!

Sabean turns to phone and calls Dave Dombrowski .  Within a few minutes, the deal is complete. 

Exeunt DG and Sabean.  Scene fades.

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Diamond Girl’s Retrospective of the 2010 Season

(Quickly… looking through the This Year in Baseball Awards and it’s so much fun to relive it all.  Armando Galarraga.  I’d forgotten about that, can you believe it?  Roy Oswalt in left.  Ichiro and a teenage girl being the ultimate Teenage Girl.  Dallas Braden’s perfect game.  So many fun moments.  Anyway.  Two quick things.  I’ll try to keep them quick.  First- I saw the Ryan Braun’s catch against the Giants on September 17th is one of the top plays.  To be honest, I’d forgotten all about that too but now I’m remembering what a fun day, a highlight of the 2010 season, it was for me.  And how perfect it was for Ryan to make that catch.  Needless to say, I held my “I Love U, Ryan Braun” sign high.  I’m also campaigning for Jon Daniels for Executive of the Year.  If any of you live in or spend time in Berkeley, you’ll know that someone named Josh Daniels was running for school board in the last election, so there were signs for him all over.  Couldn’t we, in true Bay Area sprit, recycle them and make them say, “Jon Daniels for Executive of the Year”?)

 

One week tomorrow since the Giants became World Series Champions and the 2010 season finished.  Time to do my retrospective.  This collage is my photo highlights of things I’ve written about and done relating to baseball this past season.  This collage is joined by three all-important items:  designer sunglasses, a hairbrush (heart-shaped, no less) and a baseball.

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March

Diamond Girl sees video of Zito at Spring Training talking about new socks.  She is puzzled.

Opening Day

Diamond Girl sees Zito’s socks.  She prays that she is hallucinating.

 

Later in April

Diamond Girl visits LA.  LA survives.  Barely.

May

Buster Posey sees ball and hits ball in debut.  World calls NY Times, but Diamond Girl does not.  She is getting a (non-Buster-Posey-themed) pedicure.

June

Diamond Girl gets picture of self with Barry Zito and aforementioned picture sets record for most comments on DG’s Facebook page.  80% female comments.

 

July

When the NL bullpen at the All-Star game goes from a Dodger to a Padre, Diamond Girl begins rooting for the AL.  (Some historians link this to her later switch of allegiances during the World Series.)

 

August

Brian Wilson grows beard.  Male portion of world grows beards, female portion wears fake beards.  Diamond Girl does not.  She is getting a (non-beard-themed) manicure.

September

Tim Lincecum cuts hair.  Diamond Girl calls the NY Times to give a tip on the sensational story but they don’t answer the phone. 
               
Later in September

Diamond Girl luvs u, Ryan Braun.  Ryan Braun ignores.

 

October

Diamond Girl announces that she is rooting for the Rangers in the World Series.  World attempts to call NY Times but they have blocked World’s number, due to the volume of Buster Posey and Cody Ross related calls. 

 

November

Giants win World Series.  World celebrates by setting fires and turning over police cars.  Diamond Girl celebrates by taking off nail polish, straightening hair and eating (non-baseball decorated) vanilla cupcakes.

 

Diamond Girl + World + San Francisco Giants + NY Times live happily ever after.

 

The End.

 

::cue clapping::

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