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That Magic Number is One

The Giants are a win away from winning 2012 World Series.  And they are having a damn good time, while they’re at it.

Too jittery and excited to write much more.  But if we’re real lucky and we have a parade in San Francisco in a few days, I’d like a little advance notice, because I need to grow a few inches before it takes place.  Being short is no fun at parades.

In other news, I am absolutely dressing up as Hunter Pence Crazy Eyes for Halloween.  Not sure how I’m going to pull that one off, but it will be fabulous when it comes to pass.

Diamond Girl

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Game 1 of the World Series and a Manic Pixie Dream Bat

That was quite probably the greatest Game 1 of the World Series any of us could have hoped for.  Actually, probably the greatest game, period, that any of us could have hoped for.

More than a few people wrote off this game as a certain loss for the Giants and that wasn’t unreasonable – they were facing Justin Verlander, for God’s sake.  When the A’s faced JV in the final game of the ALDS, I said more than a few times, “It’s a verb.  To Verlander.  The A’s are about to get Verlander’d.”  And get Verlander’d they did.

The game we saw was a very different game, indeed.  Barry Zito stood tall while Verlander only lasted four innings and, really, his performance was a footnote compared to the performance he played a role in:  Pablo Sandoval’s three home run night.  Three home runs.  That is a lot of home runs.  Like, the number of home rums that might make me blink and pinch myself and wonder, “Am I dreaming?”

I actually wondered that a couple of times during last night’s game.  And it shouldn’t have felt as crazy as it did – the Giants just defeated the defending World Champions in the NLCS by a final of 9-0 and are every bit a solid matchup for the Tigers.  But it did feel a little surreal.  In a good way.  A very, very good way.

There’s still a good deal more work to be done and baseball to be played, but that is a Game 1 that none of us will be forgetting any time soon, I think.

Oh, and can I just throw something out there?  In a game with a lot of good candidates for “favorite moment”, my favorite moment was undoubtedly Verlander’s expression when his pitching coach came out to the mound.  That was priceless.  Seriously, seriously priceless.

Classic, JV.  Classic.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  I know Hunter Pence has gotten his fair share of needling for naming his bats, but I think it’s awesome.  (Of course I do.)  If I were a baseball player, I would totally name my bats.  Sure, my names would probably be, eh, slightly different than his, but still.

Move over, Manic Pixie Dream Girl.  We have the Manic Pixie Dream Bat.

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I #RallyZito’ed Before It Was Cool

The World Series starts tonight and the Giants are in it and that still hasn’t quite sunk in.  I am donning my antlers, just because, and pulling out my Barry Zito pumpkin photo from a few years ago.

I #RallyZito’ed before it was cool.  In other news, yes, I am most definitely a hipster.

Happy Game 1, people!  I cannot wait for this to get started.  I’m hardly even nervous.  Just excited because this is our secondtriptotheWorldSeriesinthreeyears.  If that, my friends, is not marvelous, I don’t know what is.  (Maybe Craig Ferguson monologues?  Yes.  Craig Ferguson monologues are always marvelous.  But the whole World Series thing too.)  Now let’s go get Verlander, shall we?

And post this Zito picture again, because this picture can never be posted enough.

Diamond Girl

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So, The Giants are Going to the World Series.

If there is a such a thing as an instantly classic moment, this is it. Marco Scutaro and rain and a 9-0 lead in Game 7 of NLCS in the 9th inning.

But there were so many classic moments from last night: Hunter Pence’s hit, which is probably one of the strangest and greatest you will ever seen and the fact that that was the Giants first win of a game seven in the entire franchise history. Entire franchise history. Let that sink in for a moment. In sports, we’re prone to saying, “We just saw history,” all the time, but last night was the real thing and it was glorious. Absolutely glorious.

I can’t quite figure out in my head how the Giants went from being half a game back from the Dodgers at the All Star Break to one of the last two teams standing in 2012, but I know the Dodgers got left in the dust along the way and the Reds and the Cardinals were both defeated with a nice dose of drama.

The World Series starts tomorrow in San Francisco, Barry Zito vs. Justin Verlander.

This pitching matchup has got me more excited than any in a long while and it’s such a testament to how much can change in baseball in a couple of years. I started this blog in May 2010 and was a crazy Barry Zito fan. I learned not to say that too loudly around here, because Giants fans did not like it one bit but I’m very, very happy for him. In the final game of the NLCS last night, Buster Posey was the only starting player who was out there in Game 1 of the 2010 World Series. Strange, magical.

I followed Game 1 of that 2010 World Series on a plane coming home from a couple of weeks in New York and was wearing a pair of truly wonderful boots, which I miss to this day. I also miss that starting lineup a bit, but the great thing about baseball is that if you’re very lucky, just when you think you’ve seen the greatest team you will ever see in your life as a fan, another one comes around. I’m inclined to think we are very lucky.

A few more things, real quick… I like the Tigers. Other than the Rangers, there is no AL team I’d rather be facing in the World Series. Also, MarcoScutarowastheMVPanditwasawesomebecausehetotallydeserveditandheisthebest.

World Series, here we come.

Diamond Girl

p.s. For those of you who followed my blog last postseason, you know there was an extra bit of karma in taking out the Cardinals. Game We Do Not Talk About and all that. Nicely done, Giants. Nicely done.

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7 Things About the Number 7

I’m going to try to make this quick because Game 7 is creeping up on us and I have to try to do normal human being things in between now and then.  (Crazy, I know.)

For starters, Game 6 was the best thing since… Game 5, I guess.  We are spoiled, spoiled fans.  Ryan Vogelsong pretty much convinced me for good that enchiladas are the food to eat the night before something important, being every bit as good as we could have hoped and the offense did that crazy thing called hitting, time and time again.  I don’t know – and I don’t even know if I want to know – what it is about being faced with elimination that makes this team wake up, but it is amazing to watch.

Tonight is Game 7, so now seems like a good moment for a 7 Things About the Number 7 list.

7.  It’s the number you can either write like it’s going to look in this blog post, which sort of reminds me of a tree without any branches, or you can write it with the cross through it and sit back and wait for people to ask you what the heck you are writing.  Have fun, guys.

6.  7-Eleven of “at the center of the earth in the parking lot / of the 7-Eleven where I was taught” fame.  That is literally my only association with 7-Eleven.  Can you tell I grew up in the Bay Area?  We don’t drink Slurpees here, we drink $8 organic smoothies.

5.  007.  My name is Diamond Girl.  SF Diamond Girl.

4.  The traditional count of Basque provinces as expressed in the slogan Zazpiak Bat.  I love you too, Wikipedia.

3.  The number of islands in Atlantis.  You know, people have thrown out pretty much every location on the face of the planet for where Atlantis could have been, but has anyone suggested McCovey Cove?  No?  Let me be the first.

2.  The number of games you play when your team gets a kick out of being up for elimination.

1.  What we’re going to bite our nails through tonight.  I’m drifting between complete confidence and abject misery at the thought.  Remember what I said about enjoying it, no matter what, win or lose?  Still holds true.  (Kinda.)  Fingers crossed.  With red licorice between them.

Yes, We Cain.

Diamond Girl

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