I know I’m in the minority here, but I feel I need to say it: I think World Series rings are ugly. The whole idea is perfectly nice and I understand the symbolic importance and the ceremony was lovely… but the actual rings are pretty much the tackiest kind of jewelry Snooki and Sears could have dreamed up. It’ s like what they sell at Claire’s, except the target demographic is not pre-teen girls who like earrings with watermelons (WATERMELONS, peope) on them and they’re, um, covered in diamonds. So presumably they have a slightly higher retail value. Still, terribly ugly, if you ask me.
Let me put it this way: I would not let Bruce Bochy go near the design ideas for my bath rug, as much adoration as I have for him. He helped design the rings. Go figure.
Anyhow, I’ll stop sticking my foot in my mouth now. The game was on the ugly side, too. I think the Cardinals were probably pretty sick and tired of all the ceremonies and they channeled it into their baseball-ing. They shelled Cain for nine runs in the fourth inning and ended up winning 14-3. In a bright moment, Angel Pagan did hit a booming triple but he was left stranded, which kind of took away from the boomingness.
I’ve heard talks about a few people’s slow starts, but I think it’s really still too early to call them slow starts. Like, slow first five seconds would maybe be more appropriate?
I was sitting outside in my garden today and suddenly looked up to see a cat sitting about ten feet away and staring straight at me, completely still. I assume this means I’m destined for an imminent and terrible death, so if I don’t blog again, hugs and kisses, you guys were great.
So, look. I’ve never been Olive Garden. I’m maybe just a little bit (a little bit?) snobby about food, although I don’t eat samples at the little gourmet stands in the grocery store anymore because of a sort of unfortunate incident with this lady who explained why grapeseed oil is so much better than olive oil so I was like, okay, I’ll taste it. And it came in this strange little ramekin with grapeseed oil and bread and… a piece of paper. I just ignored the piece of paper, but apparently that’ s not how it’s done?
I learned this the hard way.
Anyway, the point of this is just to say that I understand the wrong end of food snobbery. I’ve experienced it. Been scarred by it, even. So while all the San Franciscans went crazy when the baby giraffe guy said his favorite restaurant is Olive Garden I sort of thought, eh, whatever.
Since then, my feelings have changed.
Olive Garden sounds magical and I am not being sarcastic when I say that. I’m kinda sorta extremely tempted to go there because I’m picturing unicorns – maybe it’s Zeets’ favorite restaurant too! – and enchanted forests and food that will make your dreams come true and things like that.
Or maybe I read too much terrible teen fiction?
Happy home opener, everyone!
Ladies and gentlemen, Opening Day:
(Via @CarmenKiew on Twitter.)
It wasn’t exactly the Opening Day we were all hoping for, but it was OPENING DAY so that pretty much made up for it, at least to me. The Giants opened against Clayton Kershaw and those Los Angeles Dodgers and Kershaw was very Superman-y and pitched a shutout and also hit a homerun – the first of his career – to break the scoreless tie.
Oh, did I forget to mention that he helped build an orphanage in Zambia in the offseason?
Seriously, though, Kershaw is good stuff to watch and the rivalry is more fun when both teams are doing well and all that. Which is to say, the Giants have to do well too. But they have 161 more games to do that, so Mayans, back off. And they’ll probably only face Kershaw a few more times, so that’s good news.
Baseball is back and just in time for April Fool’s Day, no less. I’d don’t mean to be antagonistic, Bud Selig, seeing as this is a new season with a clean slate between us (right?) but that was sort of bad planning on your part. Like, maybe if there were fewer Interleague Play games we could have started the season on a day other than Annual Prank Unsuspecting Emilys Day?
Forget it. Antagonistic it is.
Fortified with horchata and ready to go. What’s been happening, peoples?
The World Baseball Classic has overshadowed Spring Training in some ways because, seriously, there are few things more fun than watching teams from around the world play baseball. Not to mention that the final game of the WBC is going to be hosted right here in San Francisco at AT&T Park (well, hello, it wasn’t going to be at Candlestick), which is pretty darn exciting.
I haven’t watched much of it yet, because they play at sort of, er, odd hours and that would interrupt my late-night-must-clean-the-entire-house-before-I-go-to sleep sessions. I’m not very patriotic at all when it comes to sports (which might be why no one ever wants to watch the Olympics with me?) so I’m rooting for Team Italy. I was rooting for Team Australia, but they got eliminated, sadly. Team Australia was actually just the Oakland Athletics, as some people have helpfully pointed out on Twitter. And Team Italy, I don’t know, maybe they’ll give me free gelato/pizza/Italian soda/caprese pasta/mint green Fiat or something along those lines if they win it all? Girl can dream.
Back in Arizona, the Giants are 4-5 plus three ties – I dare you not to smile while writing those words – but no one’s that concerned with records. I’ve heard you crazy superstitious people say that a good Spring Training record means a terrible regular season, complete with ex-American Idol contestants singing concerts at your stadium and a goat hanging out in the stands. But the Giants had the best record in the Cactus League in 2010 and everything turned out okay that year, so have at it, Kansas City and Baltimore.
Worst case scenario, I mean, goats aren’t that bad. I fed some the other day and they were positively nice. I’ll bring the celery if the Royals and Orioles pay for the plane tickets.
Ex-American Idol contestants, however, are that bad.
So I was eating eggplant this evening, which was really good, and kind of thinking about things and Angel Pagan’s hair (Bay Area Sports Guy says it’s mullet-y, but I can’t decide if I believe that or not) and then I realized I hadn’t blogged in a week and so that was the end of the eggplant and time to blog.
Spring Training’s been pretty sleepy so far, with a whole bunch of ties, which would be nice and football-y, except there’s no David Beckham involved. So not all that nice at all. Brock Bond has not been sleepy at all and he got Bruce Bochy to say, “He’s going to get some playing time,” which is pretty much a revelation when you consider Bochy’s usual, “Mmm something about a platoon mmm probably get back to me in like 25 years and maybe I’ll give you a straight answer.”
Kind of mind-blowing, if you think about it.
One of the things that surprises me each year about Spring Training –and evidently I have the memory of a goldfish because I don’t, you know, remember year to year –is that they let the media speak to the players while games are still going on. It’s a bit like when they grab the players at breaks in basketball games, in that a) it’s freaky b) it’s uninformative. As far as I can tell they only interview baseball players who aren’t coming back into the game, which is different. But still.
Let’s all pause for a moment now to reflect on the brilliance of Yu Darvish, who made his 2013 debut a few day ago.
Also, remember how he has Ranger-themed headphones?!
On an unrelated note, happy 40th birthday to The Dark Side of the Moon! I know people like to listen to it while watching The Wizard of Oz, but has anyone tried it with Star Wars because I think it would blow your mind.