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Jedi Are Kind of Undercover Hipsters, See

Jedi work slowly and at night and stuff.  They don’t make flashy moves, but they make the best ones all the same.  Jedi don’t trade for Zack Greinke, ‘cause seriously, that’s too mainstream and jedi are kind of undercover hipsters.  They don’t do mainstream.  Wow, this is starting to sound like I’m convincing myself.  Which is stupid, because I’m not worried, not worried at all.  I have complete faith in JD and Sabes.  Complete.  They will work slowly and at night and stuff.  Right?  Right?

Also, Melky did not dope.  I mean, none of us thought he did but then we briefly did, for the two seconds when we read the beginning of that tweet, and then we saw he didn’t.  Complicated, I know.

Also, Beat LA.

Must go now.  There madeleines to be made.  I, um, bake when I’m nervous.

 

Diamond Girl

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The Rangers Lost But the Bubble Cam Made My Night

(Brief blog post because I’m sleepy and Sleepy Emily blog posts go downhill fast.  So, here goes.)

We went to the Rangers-Angels game tonight in Anaheim.  It was my first baseball game ever where I was not in a sweater (and/or winter coat and/or winter boots and/or skiing gloves) by the end, which was kind of fantastic but the game was… not fantastic at all.  At all at all.  The Rangers lost by a final of 7-4 and Matt Harrison, who started for Texas, was pretty awful.  To add insult to injury, Alexi Ogando (Who Is My Favorite Ranger Ever) came in in relief, and melted.  In pure, Barry Zito, ice-cream-cone-in the-sun fashion.  Me and my polka dotted shorts shrunk down into the seat while the Anaheim fans did the wave and stuff and that was that.

 

They lost.  It was ugly.  It’s my second Rangers game of the season – the first was in Oakland – and they’ve lost both times.  Don’t say what you’re thinking because I know you’re thinking it.  I do not (do not) jinx them.  I’m seriously good luck.  The karma just, um, hasn’t itself out quite yet.  But it’s going to.  I am going to have to make it to #3 this year so I can prove the point.  Preferably a Yu start, just ‘cause.  Matt Harrison starts may or may not be out.

Also, at Angels Stadium they do something called a Bubble Cam (is this devilry unique to Anaheim?  Because I’ve never seen it before.) where they show fans on the Jumbotron and distort their faces with funhouse mirror type effects.  It was kind of a snooze until the end when… they showed Yu Darvish.  In the dugout.  With his hat all blown up and distorted.  And he laughed.  He laughed, guys.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Yu Darvish laugh before but it made my night.  I’m not usually much of a fangirl, but believe me when I say I am a Yu Darvish fangirl.

As a said, these kinds of posts go downhill fast.  Good night, people.  Catch you all tomorrow.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Nah, we’re not talking about the Giants game.  That’s probablyreally not a good idea.

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Sit Back, We’ve Got This – Love, The San Francisco Giants

83rd MLB All Star Game is in the books and what an All Star Game it was.  It was basically the Sit Back, We’ve Got This – Love, The San Francisco Giants Game and it couldn’t have been more fun to sit back and watch.  For us fans and for everyone else on the NL squad.  Not that Ryan Braun didn’t put on a bit of a show (remember his completely unnecessarily dramatic catch in ’09?  No?  You’re not the president of the Ryan Braun Fan Club like I am?) and combined, the National League pitchers held the explosive American League lineup scoreless, which is pretty darn impressive.

Still, it was the Giants night.  Maybe it was inspired by Sandy Alderson’s, ahem, well-thought out comments or maybe they just do well in Kansas City.  Buzzing Selig.  We need the AL Central in Interleague Play next season.

The music was all country and all atrocious, I had the unsquashable urge to yell “Clown question, bro,” every time Bryce Harper poked his head onto the screen and my belief that pinstripes are the most fab uniform ever was affirmed when Jeter and Cano and Granderson took the field.  I was also wearing borderline pinstripes of my own.  I think the people at H&M are secretly Yankee fans because they sell loads of clothes with pinstripes and then how can I possibly resist buying them?  (I can’t, in case you’re wondering.)

Home field advantage is now safely resting on the NL side for 2012 and I can’t lie, this whole All Star break has got me craving the postseason.  And autumn food.  Pumpkins and cinnamon and… yeah.  Mostly the playoffs, not the food, trust me.

Also!  For those of you who have read this blog when the Marlins are in town (if you haven’t, catch up here), you know the whole “Marlins and the trout” thing.  I swore it off after repeating it, oh, five thousand times but when Sergio Romo tweeted this photo yesterday from his Tahoe vacay, I couldn’t resist.

See, according to Sean Parker logic, people don’t hang a photo of themselves with a trout over their fireplace – they want to show off the 20 ton marlin or whatever.  Since Twitter is a virtual over-your-fireplace, my world = shaken.  Because this picture is him with a trout.  People aren’t supposed to want to display that.  Just excuse me while I reorient my world view.  I’ll be back tomorrow.

Diamond Girl

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5 Potential Better Closers for the Giants

5.  Neftali Feliz.   To save him from Jon Daniels’ clutches.  Jon Daniels who pokes him in the back with a knife and makes him start and whatever, when Neftali really just wants to close.  No, I have never read anything to this effect, but I can just intuit these things, you know?

4.  Ryan Gosling.  Because he’s good at everything.  He even saves lives.  Not that I read the celeb gossip columns or anything.

3.  LeBron James.  He no longer needs to win rings and prove The Haters wrong, so maybe he should get into baseball.  Closing, specifically.  For the Giants, most specifically.  I hear he’s a great, selfless clubhouse personality, too.

2.  Anyone Billy Beane picks.  Because Billy Beane loves closers.  Courtesy of Moneyball: “You could take a slightly above average pitcher and drop him into the closer’s role, let him accumulate some gaudy number of saves, and then sell him off.  You could, in essence, buy a stock, pump into up with false publicity, and sell it off for much more than you’d paid for it.  Billy Beane had already done it twice, and assumed he could do so over and over.”

1.  Santiago Casilla.  Looking like an increasingly appealing option, after making this list.

Casilla’s had a bad couple little stretch and is now basically unavailable with a blister on his finger.  The masses of craz—I mean, wonderful fans are calling for Sergio Romo to be handed the closer job and while I love Romo, I, um, do not agree.  Even aside from Romo’s recurring injury problems, which could make the job problematic for him, I think Casilla deserves a little benefit of the doubt.

Also, he bats.

If I’d proposed a year or two ago that he would make a fantastic closer, you would have laughed at me.  Every one of you.  Reason I didn’t propose it is that I, too, would have laughed.  So just now I propose that we all just sit back and give Casilla a moment.  Or two.  Or three.  And use now-free moments to meditate on the unfairness of pitching on a team that doesn’t reallyever hit.  Ryan Vogelsong is probably a saint.

In other news, the Rangers have an even more ridiculous number of All Stars than the Giants.

 

Diamond Girl

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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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