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Yu Darvish’s Rangers-Themed Headphones and Tim Lincecum’s Dog

Happy Cy Young Award day!  It’s a day to celebrate the best pitchers in the game and make some snarky jokes about, ahem, pitchers who are not necessarily the best.  I’ll try to stick to the former category, although you know how hard it is for me.

But yes.  David Price and R.A. Dickey cleaned up for the AL and NL respectively and from the Giants, Matt Cain finished sixth, which is his highest finish for this award yet.  Yu Darvish also got one vote – albeit a fifth place one – which made me ridiculously happy.

Oh, did I also mention that he has Ranger-themed headphones?

I didn’t have a huge stake in the Cy Young Award this year (that is, there wasn’t anyone I was particularly rooting for) so let’s just look at cute photos of Tim Lincecum’s dog Cy and be done with it.

Lastly, the Giants made Jeremy Affeldt’s deal officialofficial today, but it was basically already officialofficial, so no biggie.  Peppermint mochas to all, most especially Dickey and Price who have a lot to be proud of this evening.  Congratulations, gentlemen.

Diamond Girl

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A Starbucks and Rain-Related Rant

I can think of a few rare instances where a rain delay has ended well.  Zito in Detroit last season is one.  As CBS put it at the time, the Giant smashed the Tigers 15-3.  (Different Tigers than the ones who are dominating everything right now?  Yes.)  But except in the instances of really massive blowouts, I’m generally so disgruntled and stir-crazy and annoyed from all the waiting that the outcome is somewhat irrelevant.

We all knew the rain delay was coming today.  So I got my shoes on and as soon as they started rolling the tarps out, I left and got a coffee and went to the park and read my ridiculously sad book.  I came home with pretty much perfect timing.  Internal rain delay clock?  Why, yes, I do have that.  It was nice, except that I really need to start remembering that Starbucks doesn’t make Dark Roast in decaf, because the Medium Roast – the only one they do make in decaf – is unequivocally revolting.  Apologies to any Medium Roast lovers I may have just mortally offended.

Um, anyway.  Starbucks rant over.

My timing was pretty much perfect.  I got home and went back to watching.  Everything was perfect other than, you know, the game.  After all that rain and delay and jazz, the Giants lost very softly, by a final of 3-1.  There were just a lot of little mistakes on their part and they didn’t take advantage of the mistakes that the Cardinals made, either.  Hunter Pence definitely stood out and not in a good way.  He’s batting .161 in the postseason and is looking a bit like all of the Giants problems mashed into one.  Obviously no game or series is decided by one person and other people have struggled, but Pence’s are magnified at the moment.

It was not a pretty game.  And it was a darn long one, for being as not-pretty as it was.  Medium Roast is looking increasingly appealing after seeing that one finish up.

Just kidding, just kidding.  I choose losing Giants over bad coffee any day.  But here’s to some winning Giants, right?  It’s getting down to the wire but there’s still a good bit of baseball to be played.  Like everyone, I’d guess, I’m dying with curiosity about what Our Boy Timmy will do tomorrow.  A word about that nickname…

…and it’s anecdote time, because I tell a lot of anecdotes around this time of night.  Earlier this season, I was having dinner with a Red Sox fan and suddenly he was all, “How about your boy Timmy?”  Lincecum had just had particularly terrible start.  So I was sort of silent and then I said, “Yeah.  How about my boy Timmy.”   I got this fiercely protective feeling and that was pretty much the end of that.  Let it be known that Red Sox and Giants fans are not a match made in heaven.  ‘Member when the two teams did an All Star Game voting alliance? They were just misleading us.  Seriously.

Things will be better tomorrow.   And hopefully our Pagan Deity of choice will make it a little bit… drier.  Please, Thor/Zeuz/Celtic God Whose Name I Can’t Spell?  No rain?  Thanks.  You’re the best.  I’ll sacrifice some cupcakes to you.

Diamond Girl

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Bad Luck, What Happens in The Moment and… The Cardinals

This is my 500th post!  Celebrate with me!  Adore Yu Darvish with me!

I had sort of a bad feeling about last night’s NLDS finale.  I have kind of a bad feeling whenever the Cardinals are involved.  It’s nothing against them personally, it’s just… something against them personally.  Recall last year’s Game We Do Not Talk About.  (Literally.  We literally do not talk about it.  If you start talk about it, I will not hesitate to employ techniques like Willy Wonka’s Stickjaw For Talkative Baseball Fans and plugging my ears and singing Total Eclipse of the Heart at the top of my lungs.)  Anyway, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach as that game played out and the Nationals completed what people are calling the biggest choke in recent memory.

I’d like to stop right there, though.  Yes, they choked.  The Nats were the favorite from the NL to go to the World Series and their decision to shut down Strasburg only adds fuel to the second-guessing fire.  But it’s baseball.   These things happen.  There’s a “choke” almost every year and in large part, it’s just bad luck, it’s what happens at the moment and, you know, facing the Cards (kidding, kidding).  I’m sure it’s a nasty enough moment for the Nationals organization and their fans.  I don’t have much love lost for them myself, but there’s no need to hash and rehash right this moment, either.  I’d rather leave it at that.

On to happier things!

The Giants checked out of their hotel in Cinci in the middle of that game and waited in their plane to take off as the game ended.  I would personally rather endure a myriad of terrible tortures, such as having my liver eaten out every day à la Prometheus, then spend that extra time on a plane, but to each his own, I guess.  Maybe their planes are really nice/equipped with life-size Temple Runs screens or something.

Practically, the outcome was good for us.  The Giants have home field advantage locked down the rest of the way and Tim Lincecum’s beanie habit is alive and well.  Good news, good news.

Photo from @SFGiants.

Also, how about the omnipresent Ryan Theriot smile?  Sadly, no fedora.  But the smile will do.

Diamond Girl

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Let Them Eat Tim Lincecum Cake

I posted that photo of the Tim Lincecum cake I made while back on Twitter today that reminded me that I’d meant to post a recipe.  Truth is, you can make it with any cake in a round pan and pretty much any frosting, as long as it’s thick and has a good hold for all the jazz you’re going to put on top of it.  Personally, I adore carrot cake (not the grating-the-carrots part, but the rest of it), so that’s what this cake was.  And since the recipe I use is basically the greatest thing since Oh, Inverted World met the world, I’m going to include it here.

Carrot Cake

You will need:

  • 1 1/3 of a cup of vegetable oil
  • 2 cups of all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon of cinnamon
  • ½ teaspoon of all-spice
  • 2 teaspoons of baking powder
  • 2 cups of granulated sugar
  • 4 eggs at room temperature, lightly beaten
  • 4 cups of grated carrots (about 4 carrots)
  • Grated zest of 1 orange
  • 1 cup of coarsely chopped, toasted walnuts (optional)

To make:

Preheat your oven to 350℉.  Pour a bit of melted butter into a round cake pan and line with wax paper.

Combine flour, baking powder, salt, cinnamon and all-spice thoroughly.  Set aside.  In a medium bowl, cream sugar and oil.  Mix well.  Add egg mixture.  Slowly fold in the dry ingredients.  Once it is smooth, add carrots, orange zest and walnuts.  Spread evenly into the cake pan and bake until golden brown and firm, about 25-30 minutes.  A skewer should come out clean.  Transfer pan to wire rack to cool completely before frosting.

Cream Cheese Frosting

You will need:

  • 1 stick of butter (1/2 cup), soft
  • 1 pound of cream cheese
  • 1 ½ cups of powdered sugar
  • 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract

To make:

Beat cream cheese and butter in a medium bowl until smooth and creamy.  Slowly add powdered sugar and vanilla.  Beat for about 4 more minutes, until smooth and fluffy.

I made Timmy’s face orange, in honor of them Giants, even though he really has the skin-tone of a vampire.  Creative license, guys!  You can experiment with yellow and red food coloring until you get the shade you want.  Add to the frosting and incorporate it well.  Using a flat, metal spatula, frost the cake, getting it as smooth on the top as you can.  From here, you can do absolutely anything!  I used black licorice for Timmy’s hair, red jelly beans for his mouth, a walnut for his nose, green lifesavers and chocolate chips for his eyes.  To make the eyebrows, I cut two pieces of black licorice in half the long way, so as not to give him the David-Wright-eyebrow look.

Then prop a Giants cap up on top of it and enjoy!

See?  Not so hard.  And it’s probably a good idea to make it right about now, because otherwise you may spontaneously combust from rage about those Braves-Cardinals umps.

Let’s do this thing, Texas!  Antlers on.  Ready to go.  I may have to make a Yu Darvish cake for Yu.  I mean you.

Diamond Girl

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A Consolatory Beanie and Some Conspiracy Theories

Hello, people, and apologies for my absence!  I’ve had a bit of a crazy few days/been quietly enjoying the fact that we have meaningless September baseball/Green Day has a new album out and so there’s that/my silly sister is moving halfway across the world and making me all weepy.

Meaningless September baseball is surprisingly fun, though – especially when the team knocks my sparkly flip-flops off and makes it seem like it is completely meaningful.  It’s a bit like Spring Training, except with cinnamon gingerbread lattes and a guaranteed playoff spot.  They just finished up their last homestand, taking two out of three from the Diamondbacks (who are the Diamondbacks, but that’s a different story) and are hitting San Diego and LA one last time to wrap up the season.

Matt Cain did everything and then some, Barry Zito did everything and then some and Tim Lincecum kind of floundered and made us all feel badly for criticizing him because, guys, he missed the celebration when they clinched and looked altogether like a sad puppy.

I mean, he always kind of looks like a sad puppy.  But now more than ever.  I want to hand him a consolatory beanie and say, It’s meaningless September baseball!  You’ll be fine!  (Or you won’t be.  And you’ll develop a massive chip on your shoulder about it, a la Barry, and then be fantastic a few years later so, lo, everything I said was true and you will be fine even if it’s not necessarily all that soon.)

The Giants were a sight to see travelling yesterday evening, because it was rookie hazing day.

One question, though.  A few people said they hazed the rookies and sophomores, because they didn’t do it last year.  Is that true?  Because you know how I love a good conspiracy theory.  And this one is too good to pass up.  Maybe… they were possessed by magnetic-drawn robots that love metal, but mysteriously hate dress-up.  Maybe… they had someone on the team who had a fear of clowns (common phobia!) and for a reason to be named later, that was the only costume they could have done.  Or maybe Sabes was in a nasty mood and rained on their parade.  Which isn’t all that good a conspiracy theory at all.

Or maybe it was reported on at the time and I just have the memory of a goldfish?   Yes.  That seems likely.

Diamond Girl

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