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Pretty Much Just Affeldt and Marlins Jokes

Real live baseball news!  I would do a happy dance, except I don’t really dance aside from That One Time At That One Concert, but for good reason, that stays in Vegas.  (I mean that in the non-literal sense.  After reading the Percy Jackson book where they go to the Lotus Casino, I am way too scared to ever go to Vegas. )

My fears are grounded in reality(ish).

In Giants baseball news, they’ve all but finalized a deal with everyone’s favorite freak-injury-prone lefty, Jeremy Affeldt.  The deal would keep him in San Francisco for three years at about $18 million.  Affeldt is 33 – and did I mention freak injury prone – so the first reaction is, That’s a lot of years and That’s a lot of money.  At the same time, it’s not.  He’s very durable, in terms of his pitching arm and aside from his children, and a core part of the bullpen.  In some ways, it’s a gamble and in some ways, it’s not.  It’s significant money, no two ways about it, but I think relievers are often unvalued, with the exception of closers on occasion, and I don’t think this is a bad place to put some money.  I see Affeldt and Romo as the relief pitchers to lose, so I think it makes sense all around.  I do wonder what the payroll situation will be following another championship win and if it increases, this would certainly make that much more sense.

In non-Giants news… the Marlins kind of spontaneously combusted.  And I know you’re thinking, didn’t they do that a long time ago?  Which wouldn’t be wrong.  There are so many points in the past season alone that could be described that way.  The Marlins necessitate my favorite train wreck photo over and over and over again.

Ahem.  Anyway.  No, they didn’t spontaneously combust like any of the times before.  They just sort of unloaded the better part – not as in better, more as in, most – of their roster on the unsuspecting Blue Jays and left us all scratching our heads even more than when their nightclub in right field was so loud the bullpen couldn’t hear their phone.

(Question:  Do they call it a nightclub during day games?)

Nah.  Not scratching our heads as much as that, actually.  They got rid of some sizeable contracts and promised to hide their embarrassed faces for a while, while they plot new ways to overpay players and hire managers who have bad news written all over them.  Should be a good time!

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Oh!  Is LeBron James a free agent?  He already lives in Miami and everything.  Get on the phone, Jeffrey Loria.

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And I Am Not Making This Up

Yu Darvish was named a finalist for the AL Rookie of the Year award this evening.

Photo proof.  It’s for reals.  I’m not making this up, guys.  You can read about it ici.

That is all.  Thank you, ladies and gentleman, and good night.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Oh, and Buster Posey was named a finalist for MVP.  Butweallknewthatwasgoingtohappen.

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A Bit of Consolation for Eli Whiteside

Hide your catchers, people, because Brian Cashman is coming to steal them away.  First Chris Stewart and now Eli Whiteside?  Cashman needs to start preying on players at other positions.  Second basemen, maybe.  Or left-handed relief pitchers, perhaps.  That would be good.  But if we don’t watch out, Buster Posey might disappear from right under our noses any minute, so we need to watch out backs.

You know how Oakland fans say they always lose their stars to New York?  Across the Bay, we lose our… non-stars to New York, I guess.

In all seriousness, though, Eli Whiteside is one of those affable players who has lingered through a pretty amazing run for the franchise, never close by but never exactly far away either.  Whiteside doesn’t have any huge highlights, but there was a memorable fight somewhere in there against them Phillies and I, for one, always think of his homer against the Twins last June as well.  Safe travels in New York, Eli.  I hear they have, ahem, some really fabulous Italian restaurants on the Upper West Side.

In my very own New York news, I progressed from a crossing the street on foot when the light was yellow to crossing when the it was full-on red, but I figure it’s okay, I’m just prepping for my late hour Manhattan trip next month.  Which is probablykindasortahappening and if it does, it will be awesome and Eli and I can go to aforementioned Italian place together.

You hear that, Eli?  Everything will be all right.  I will be there to comfort you with ravioli when you begin to miss giraffe hats and San Francisco.

Aside from the big Whiteside news, the hot stove has been pretty much silent.  Like, completely silent.  Like, drop a pin and we would all hear it.  I ate too many vegan energy bars today – I’m not a vegan, but those things are devilishly good – and changed my Tumblr URL and that was all.  (I mean, there was the real life work/school stuff I did, but that doesn’t count.)  Life is lonely without baseball.  ::hot stove hugs::

Diamond Girl

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Hello There, Sabes

Hello there, Sabes.  It’s been too long, hasn’t it?  Time for a little talk.

We’ve had our ups and ours downs, you and I.  Strangely enough, after you won the 2010 World Series was one of our downs.  As I said at the time, despite the fact that we’d won it all, I didn’t agree with how you’d managed the team and with the (extremely notable) exceptions of the pitching staff and Buster Posey, I didn’t see the other key players as being a part of a recipe for long-term success.

Some people say that after a GM wins a World Series, he should get no-questions-asked benefit of the doubt for the entire offseason.  Aside from the inherent impossibility of that, because we’re baseball fans for Pete’s sake, I don’t agree with it.  I think a GM’s team can win the World Series and you can still disagree with how they went about it and whether or not the way they went about it was in the best interest of the team for the years to come.

But this offseason?  I would like to personally extend a Get Out of Jail Free Card to you.

Sorry, you cannot sell this card, no matter what treasures Theo Epstein offers you in exchange for it.  You must keep until needed.

Because you showed us fans up this season.  Big time.  And I mean that in the best way possible.  I mean, we could just start with the 94 wins and leave the World Series as an afterthought, because there were precious few people who predicted that.  The team was very, very good and I think the pieces of it, with just a couple of exceptions, probably, are pieces that are absolutely built for long-term success.

The exclusive negotiating period for teams with their free agents ends on Sunday (you know that, Sabes, I’m just reminding my dear and devoted readers) and so the offseason is kicking off in earnest.  But Giants fans?  They’re pretty quiet.  We’re pretty quiet.  We’re pretty quiet because In Brian Sabean We Trust.  You didn’t make qualifying offers to any of our free agents and while within the fandom we’re discussing it, we’re also waiting to see what you decide to do with a good deal more patience than we usually display.

The offseason is long (and the days are long / and I’ll sing you a song / about how all our troubles are gone… song interlude, don’t mind me) and it has just begun.  Happy offseason, Sabes – er, Sabean.  Sorry.  I try.  I really do.  That nickname is so… sorry, am I making it worse?  I’ll just stop talking now.

xoxo,

Diamond Girl

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One Parade, Lots of Confetti and a Few Photos

What amazingly lucky fans we are.  I’ve gotten to blog about two World Series wins and now, two World Series parades.  I want to pinch myself, because that is marvelous and crazy.  Hats off to the 2012 Giants – an absolutely wonderful team that will leave us with memories for years to come.

After the parade was over, we got to walk down the middle of Market and confetti fell like snow.  Truly magical.

And why yes, I am carrying a coffee cup in each hand in my photo-op with The Adorable Little Brother.  No parade would be complete without two coffees.  Money on Hunter Pence agreeing with me.

Diamond Girl

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