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The Other Brandon And The Lowdown on Female Friday

The other Brandon is Brandon Crawford who challenged my skepticism of his call-up in a hurry last night. With a grand-slam to give the Giants a lead in Milwaukee. I cheered almost as loudly for that as for Ryan Braun’s double and then I felt like a terrible person afterwards because, you know, I’m a Giants fan before I’m a Brewers fan. I genuinely hate when they play each other and I can’t wait for this series to be over so I can get back to my orange and black ways 100%.

Which is all not to detract from Brandon’s perfect moment. It was just unexpected and unscripted and breathed a little life into a team that is gasping right now. The losing streak was promptly snapped and I feel Bochy’s motivational speaking career is taking off.

The other fun thing about yesterday? The inaugural “Female Friday” on the Fitz and Brooks show in KNBR 680. Brooks is on vacation, so Fitz decided to do a show about female fans, asking for girl callers and guys about girl fans. It was interesting, funny and rare. I never hear female callers on sportstalk radio so I enjoyed sort of sourcing the women who listen to KNBR, but don’t usually call. And, of course, I couldn’t resist joining the conversation. I wrote in an email about, among other things, my love for general managers and they read it on air, which was really exciting because I am the biggest KNBR geek ever. I missed it because I was, appropriately perhaps, fashion photoshooting with high waisted blue jeans and vintage briefcases. It was a lot of fun, but I was sad to miss the rest of the show/my fifteen seconds of fame. Fist bumps to the KNBR people for doing it, though. Stoked for many more weeks of it. They need me on as an expert on female fans, don’t they? I have a lot of theories. Some of which are backed up by fact. Some of which are not.

I am now checking out for a weekend in a place I have never heard of because of- what else?- a baseball tournament. The hotel has a hot tub and I am a pushover, so I couldn’t say no to accompanying The Brother. Since this is, as I said, a place I have never heard of, I kind of guess I will have a lot of time on my hands. So checking out doesn’t necessarily mean no blog posts. Wish me luck in the backwater, okay? Thanks.

Diamond Girl

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A Massive Assortment of Get Well Soon Cards Plus Lots of Brightsideness

We’re going on 24 hours since Buster Posey’s fateful moment and it still hurts to talk about it.  I seriously have sympathetic ankle pain.  It’s been chewed up and spit out by the media and then mashed over so I can’t say with any conviction what of this is true: He won’t be back this year. He won’t catch again.  The Giants are signing Bengie.  The world ended.

Okay, the last one isn’t true.  But the other ones might be.  I hope with every fiber in my body that he gets better in his own time and doesn’t rush it, that that’s incredibly soon and that he comes back to catcher with no problem.  And I would just about die if they signed Bengie.

Fittingly or at least predictably, the Giants then lost 1-0 today.  Vogelsong was excellent (don’t say a word about Barry Zito.  I mean it.  I am living in a blissful state of ignorance that there is any issue.  So zip it.) but the team did not seem to be buying the whole “adversity makes heroes” thing.  They will have to, in time, but it feels like the unbelievably stable rug was just pulled out from under us.  Forever just ended, you know?

There’s been so much debate about whether or not it was a clean play.  I think it was a just fine play.  Fun?  No.  But dirty?  Nah.

The bottom line is that disastrous, nightmare injuries happen and the team has to figure out how to pull through.  I’m surprised to hear Crawford was called up and a little skeptical of Belt coming back, but it will no doubt be fascinating to watch.  Adversity may or may not make heroes but it makes for some interesting storylines and what is a season without those?

Bright side, people.  Bright side.

Diamond Girl

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My Disappointment in AT&T Park Is The Size of a Range Rover

Sean Parker:  When you go fishing you can catch a lot of fish, or you can catch a big fish. You ever walk into a guy’s den and see a picture of him standing next to fourteen trout?

Christy: No, he’s holding a three-thousand-pound marlin.

Sean Parker: Yup!

Mark Zuckerberg: That’s a good analogy.

Eduardo Saverin: Okay, but we all know that marlins don’t really weigh three-thousand pounds, right?

Christy: Have you seen the big ones up close?

Eduardo Saverin: No I haven’t, but I really don’t think the guy’s holding a marlin the size of a Range Rover. That would be a really big fish and a very strong guy.

Christy: You think we might be getting away from the point?


There are a lot of jokes you can make about the Marlins, but this one is my favorite and it comes from my favorite scene in The Social Network.  That script is just incredible.  (More marlins and trout stuff here.)

So last night was, believe it or not, my first regular season Giants game this year and I was way excited.  But I’m going to be brutally honest with myself and y’all and say it wasn’t hugely fun.  Actually, it was hugely not fun.  Here’s why:

Imagine you’re at a party that gone too late into the night verging on too early in the morning.  It’s stale and sloppy and though it was a good time at the beginning, it isn’t any more.  Welcome to AT&T Park, 2011.  The kicker came in the 8th inning when a fight broke out across the aisle and several rows up from where we were sitting and one man pushed another who somersaulted, headfirst down seven rows and, unbelievably, landed on his feet.  The usher tried to break it up and took out the girlfriends, but security didn’t show for a good five minutes, until the inning break.  Five minutes.  They first took out the man who was hit and it took them another good five minutes to come back and take the man who had pushed him.  They left his friends who, for the rest of the game, were laughing hysterically and wildly miming the fall with their hands.  And the girlfriends kept going up and down and in and out and up and down and in and out.  Not only was it annoying and distracting, it didn’t feel entirely safe.  As we exited with one of the girls, she lit a cigarette, a few inches away from an usher.  No one made a peep.  AT&T Park is a no smoking facility, in case you were wondering.

In the wake of the Bryan Stow incident and with enormous sellout crowds this year, shouldn’t security be the foremost concern?  I’m not blaming the Giants for having rowdy fans.  But I’ve seen in the past at other stadiums an entire row being ejected, no questions asked, following a minor altercation.   I don’t know if the Giants think a bold security presence is not cool or they are genuinely understaffed or unprepared for these crowds, but either way it is totally unacceptable.  It makes me miss the Coliseum, which sounds crazy, but it’s true.  My baseball game attendance will be there, for a while.

The thing that really bothers me is that this didn’t feel isolated or just drunken.  It’s a vibe at the park and I don’t like it.  And the organization is also responsible for that, to some extent.

Then again, even when there were cat fights bubbling over and I couldn’t feel my toes anymore from the freezingness my mantra was, You could be in Texas, you could be in Texas, you could be in Texas.  My heart goes out to everyone tornado-effected.

Diamond Girl


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It’s Magic Inside, 2.0 and My Ivan Basso Moment

You know the way it feels when you lie down on the beach in perfect sunshine and there’s a bit of an ocean breeze, just so it’s not too hot and you wonder, does life get any better than this?  If that analogy confused you, it’s just that I’m missing the Malibu.  Darren Ford and Manny Burriss combined for the winning run this afternoon and watching minor leaguers have a moment of triumph at the major league level is a feeling like that.  It’s what baseball is all about, you know?   Ford getting a hit and then using his speed and Burriss walking that field at all after all his foot trials and tribulations are just beautiful moments.  I want “It’s Magic Inside” plastered all over those walls again.

I’m sad the Bay Bridge series is over because it is too much fun, but it is another landmark in the season towards the inevitable end that is exciting.  June baseball is comin’ up.  Now I’m hoping for a Giants- A’s World Series.  I don’t think the odds are super high on that (Oakland is in, um, last place.), but I would kill (not literally) to see that.

And then the question of why the heck the Giants walk off so much is still standing.  I am full out of theories.  Which is a first, for me.  I am perplexed, but in a happy kind of way.

I miss AT&T Park almost as much as Malibu.  Actually, more.  So I just bought my tickets for Tuesday’s game against the Marlins, who are a game and a half back in the NL East.  I am confident.  Isn’t it something how fast baseball can turn around?

The damper on the day was the 60 Minutes interview with Tyler Hamilton this evening which I watched because I come from a cycling family and I nearly cried.  It was so incredibly sad.  I never liked Lance Armstrong, personally, and none of what Tyler said came as a big surprise to me.  Cycling is just a broken sport and as a sports fan, it feels cautionary to me.  Obviously they’re different sports but my worst nightmare is watching someone do that about current baseball (leaving aside the steroid era, it’s happened).  Could they at least just not lie so blatantly?  (On a lighter note and speaking of dopers, I stood a few inches from Ivan Basso as he prepared for the San Francisco Grand Prix in 2005 and it was one of the greatest moments of my life.)

Diamond Girl

p.s.  I went thrifting for quirky clothes for a photo shoot the other day and came upon a beautiful Brewers cap and just had to buy it, even if it doesn’t look the least bit (and I mean the least bit) couture.  It’s making its debut this July.

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Happy Anniversary to Me! And The Scoop On The Really Very Odd Roadtrip.

I can’t believe it’s been a year.  It’s been an incredibly fun- and fast- 12 months for me and my blog and, you know, the Giants.  They, um, won a World Series.  I harbor a (secret?  No longer.) belief that it has to do with me and my li’l blog.  But don’t tell anyone I said that.  I’m also guessing the Really Very Odd Roadtrip is somehow attributable to me.

They won in an injury-ridden train wreck tonight in Los Angeles, as luck would have it.  No wonder Bochy is so into leaving his starters in too late.  Wilson blew the lead and then came back, got maybe injured, and got the win.  Huff made atrocious defense plays.   But people hit, which is always in improvement.  And Rowand got injured.  I hope it’s not serious.  Please.  Please.  Please.  Then there was Mark DeRosa weirdness.  Everyone’s saying that’s his last Major League at bat, but I’m hoping against it.  The Giants still owe him piles of cash and it’s in everyone’s best interest if he’s available to perform in some dimension.  Never mind those 0-fer numbers.  I’m aware.  But him and his freaky wrist sittin’ out all year just isn’t a positive alternative, to me.  We shall see.

Otherwise, today was depressing because Armando was DFA’ed (something I blissfully failed to notice until my brother broke the news to me, with remarkably little tact.  He could have done it more gently).  Remember when I said the Giants should pick him up in one of my personal favorite blog posts (check it out because it’s my anniversary and I can bully you into anything for a few more hours) that I’ve written?  Same thing applies.  They can ditch MadBum or Vogelsong or Lincecum or whatever and make room for Armando.  Okay.  Maybe not.  Now that I think about it, the Giants probably aren’t the best fit for him right now.  But I hope he finds a job.  And succeeds.  I really do. 

And then I read that Billy Beane had shoulder surgery today.  I’ll resist the insane urge to make some cracks about the A’s (hell, look at the Giants) and their injuries and suffice to say that I hope he gets better real fast and that when he becomes a total celebrity after Moneyball comes out, a la Mark Zuckerberg after The Social Network, I will say I was a fan before.  You’ll vouch for me, right?  Thanks.

And I ever so slightly retract my sarcasm about Cody Ross’s brilliance.  I see it, a little.  But don’t say I told you so.

Diamond Girl

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