First things first. I have a new member of my family, a fish named Rivendell (Do. Not. Laugh.) who is profoundly antisocial and doesn’t seem to like to eat. I am considering renaming him, thinking maybe that’ll make him more energetic.
And when I got home from today’s Giants game- yep, I was there!- “Carlos” or “Beltran” were at the top of my new name list. Because Beltran hit two smurfin’ homeruns (ack, I can’t get the smurfin’ thing out of my system ). One of those homers was a splash and also was his 300th career. It rocked. Really. The whole empty-yet-still-sold-out ballpark was electric. Timmy was really wonderful too and D-Ro proved that I am not totally insane in still being a fan of his. I mean, last night sorta proved that too. What with his amazing hit in the 11th to walk-off and give the Giants their third straight win.
Today was the fourth straight win and if I’m remembering correctly, it’s the first sweep of the Padres this years and that feels good, my friends. Very good.
Overall, it was a lovely, foggy game and I finally wore my one and only Giants shirt that has never seen the light of day since I bought it a year ago, because, well, I don’t think orange suits me. But I layered and dressed it up and then got a compliment on it, so all is well.
Then I got home and heard The News. You know what I mean. I mean, right? In case you live under a rock or have just been eating pizza or other delicious foods the past few hours and not reading the news, I will fill you in: the word is that the Giants have pushed out the Managing General Partner- or is it General Managing Partner? I can never keep it straight.- Bill Nuekom in favor of Larry Baer. Which is not good news, it appears. My mood is ever so slightly crushed.
It really seems to me that being a Managing General Partner is an incredibly hard job. Whether you’re too involved or not involved enough or put forth too much money or not enough, you’re out of luck, far as I can tell. They never seem to last very long.
Which just goes to show I’d be better better off as an International Scouting Director, a la A.J. Preller. Or, oh, do you think maybe Nuekom sold Sabean’s suite? I bet that’s it. I totally do.
p.s. I am also going to get all preachy here and say I brought my own cinnamon roasted almonds because of Diamond Nuts use of slave labor in their supply chain and not only did I feel kind of self-righteous, but they also totally tasted better. BYO, people! And while you’re at it, vote for Jeremy Affeldt for the Roberto Clemente Award for his work as a modern-day abolitionist!