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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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Champagne and Magical Games

It’s been over a full 24 hours now since the Giants won Game 5 of the NLDS and gave themselves a spot in the NLCS and I’m still kind of in a state of disbelief.  The odds were not in the Giants favor by any stretch of the imagination but they won it… they found a way to turn the series around and slowly kill all of their fans inside and make us love them with all our hearts all the same.

I’m still not sure what happened, exactly.  I think people had started writing their post-mortem wraps when the Giants left for Cinci.  Then, slowly but surely, something clicked.  A handful of torturous and mildly horrifying games later, there was champagne and another series and Hunter Pence is the greatest motivational speaker in the history of the universe.

The odds were ever in our favor, as it turned out.

And it was magical.  It didn’t feel terribly magical at the time, because I was writhing and biting my nails, but after they got that last out, I just made myself an Italian soda and just let it sink in.  By the end of tonight, there will be four teams left and the Giants are one of them.

The A’s are not, in other Bay Area news.  They got Verlandered last night – yes, Verlander is a verb now and it means, oops, you lose – and the Yankees were the Yankees and that was that.  Yankees-Giants World Series is pretty much what I dream about on long, cold offseason days so my fingers are solidly crossed.  As you can imagine, Giants-Tigers would also set us up, you know, to be Verlandered.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.  First comes the NLCS and I cannot wait.

Popcorn and cupcakes.  Here we come.

Diamond Girl

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Yes, We Cain

My antlers are sad.  So am I.  The Rangers were eliminated from the postseason last night and I still haven’t taken the antlers off.  I think I have to wear them all postseason.  It feels a little bit unreal, right now – Yu Darvish spoke for all of us when he said he didn’t know what he was supposed to do tomorrow – but the Rangers have gone to the World Series two years in a row, so I guess I can’t get greedy.  I’m expecting some changes over the offseason, although I don’t think it’s their front office’s style to go all overhaul on us, like some people are calling for.  The biggest story, of course, will be Josh Hamilton, but I think they’re still a good team, a very good team, and what happened was some bad luck.  And some bad playoff format.

Angry in antlers.  I do not like this one-game playoff devilry.  In other news, is my eyebrow raise not completely awesome?

Of course, there’s still a lot to be excited about.  I’ve decided that the Tigers will be my poison-of-choice for the American League this season and they’re leading the A’s 3-1 in Detroit right now.  Giants-Tigers?  I could see that.

The NLDS gets going in just over an hour in San Francisco – don’t even get me started on the start time – and the familiar playoff nerves are starting to kick in for me.  Matt Cain is on the mound though, and there is no one else I’d rather have starting our first playoff game.

Yes, we most certainly Cain.

Diamond Girl

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My Feelings Towards Pat Burrell: A Photo Series

In light of the recent news that Pat Burell is retiring for good…

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How Brian Sabean Inspired Me

Sabean and I have our disagreements but yesterday, he seriously inspired me.  The Giants cut the cackle and cleaned house and I, well, did too.  Seriously, I did not recognize my room when I woke up this morning.  Most of my cleaning was in closets/drawers/under beds but the room actually felt sort of airy for the first time in a long, long time.

Which is why I empathized very closely with the feeling the Giants may have had when they took the field yesterday after the crazy morning.  And they capped the day off nicely, then, by winning 4-0.  It gave me an, Oh, so that’s how it feels to win! moment.  Rather wonderful.

Sabean’s moves at face value bothered me, though, because I felt like they were poorly timed and did not feel well thought out.  The DFA’ing of Rowand and Tejada combined with what he said to the press yesterday really left me feeling like he is just going with the flow.  And not in a good way. 

It felt like melodrama or instant gratification to me, frankly.  We’ve lived with Rowand’s contract ((yes, it was a mistake) for a long, long time and Tejada’s deal is just a year anyway.  I’m sure late-night sportstalk callers were screaming for this after those crushing losses against Chicago, but that doesn’t mean the GM should go out and do it.  In fact, it probably means he shouldn’t.  I think this was a serious case of stirring the pot for the sake of stirring the pot.

I also didn’t understand his comments afterwards.  If he thinks they’re contending still, then he should have released the people he wanted to release a long time ago (earlier this month, really) and pulled out all the stops.  If not, then call it a season and figure out how to utilize the next 30 days.  Either way, don’t admit you don’t know what’s going to happen or have any plan!

I would say something about the need for media training to General Managers, except you might stop reading right then.  I know I’ve said it before.  It just seems to be an issue an awful lot of the time.

All that said!  It wasn’t the actual moves as much as the way they were carried them out and the timing that bothered me.  Both contracts were mistakes and neither guy was playing any sort of useful role.  Owning up to mistakes and cleaning house is not a bad thing.

I am living proof of that.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  It’s September 1st!  I have lived through the summer!  Fog, come to my arms!

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