The pitching matchup for tonight!
Am I thousand years behind everyone else in noticing this? Alternately, seeing as there are a thousand and one 55s in MLB, does nobody else care? Tonight is a big game, of course, because every Lincecum start is a chance at redemption and what better way to lead into redemption than that 12-7 win last night? (Correction: Thanks to tweeter @jeni_2782 for pointing out that the final was actually 14-7. Say what? I’m telling you, I can’t keep track of a team that actually scores runs.) I am not used to those crooked numbers, not used to them at all. I mean, for a little bit there, I felt like I was watching the Rangers. Then I remembered that the Rangers have a cool General Manager who broadcasts a few innings of his team’s games on the radio and things and the Giants have Brian Sabean. Talk about a reminder of what’s what. That was kind of a sad moment but still, I enjoyed the game.
The Marlins stadium still weirds me out but, hey, if nightclubs are kind of their thing, who am I to criticize? I am setting my wedding date with Kate Spade New York as I write. Besides, that tidbit about the club section being so loud they couldn’t hear the phone in the bullpen is seriously priceless. Remember when Tony La Russa suggested smoke signals because there was a big miscommunication between the bullpen and the dugout? I thought it was a fantastic idea. The Marlins might consider it too, just as long as they can figure out how to create teal smoke. I have complete faith on that front.
The internet knows what I’m talking about.
Let’s also just talk Melky Cabrera for a moment, before I go. That guy, guys. He is the best thing to happen to San Francisco since Joe Martinez or something. (No sarcasm there, I am terribly partial to Joe Martinez. Never mind the stats.) I admit to being perpetually puzzled by the Melk Men thing – I think it’s before my time maybe… don’t judge but I kind of get my milk at a grocery store – but with due love to J-Sanch, the Giants got the best part of that trade. The best, the best. Observe:
Tiene Leche, as the Yankees used to say. Maybe we’re not cursed after all?
Q. I think this was brought up earlier, but is there a problem when something like that can happen? Is there a better way to do it?
La Russa: Yeah, smoke signals from the dugout.
Quotes taken from Big League Stew on Yahoo.
Hey, it isn’t exactly aesthetically pleasing but I also don’t think anyone would mistake it for Lynn, right? I am now, at last, convinced that La Russa is indeed the managerial genius everyone seems to think he is. Smoke signals are just what the Cardinals need. And just the reason they are down 3-2 in the World Series. If they instated smoke signals tomorrow, this series would be theirs.
But I hope they don’t. Because the Rangers are so close I can smell it- I mean, I am closer to Texas here in Los Angeles- and it smells like blueberry muffins with coarse sugar on top and caprese pasta. As Jon Miller would say, “mmm-mmm!”. I am so excited I can barely believe it.
p.s. That presser with Theo Esptein today was gold. I just cannot get over the way General Managers say “organization”, with those fabulous, drawn-out vowels. Love it to death.
I gave Tony La Russa a call last night. He didn’t pick up. So I texted him and said, “Nice try, RuRu.” He didn’t answer. I can’t decide whether he was more offended by the message or the nickname. Then again, one good turn deserves another and you think it was fun to stand on the 3rd base line for half an hour on Opening Day?
In all seriousness, I don’t think the lights going out (and the ensuing 15 minute delay with one pitch to go til the end of the game) was a conspiracy and it’s a blip on the map in the long, drawn out and- dare I say it?- torturous win over St. LuLu. It featured some stellar hitting and relief pitching, with Sergio Romo totally redeeming himself and me falling more and more in love with Brandon Crawford. Manny Burriss had a big moment, which made us Manny-ites happy and then there was Nate Schierholtz. What can I say about him except that I still can’t spell his name and it’s about time! He’s finally playing like he should, you know? And it’s so gratifying to watch him and a nice revelation from the endless parade of slumping outfielders. Then there was Aubrey. I can’t say that might be a sign he’s heating up. I’m become a total skeptic about him. I need to see a whole lot more before I’ll laugh and talk really fast with the only decipherable words being, “slow starter”.
I just realized that this is actually a four game set (why, Bud? Why?) so my eyes will be peeled for any more suspicious stuff at Busch Stadium and I will be praying that Arizona cools off a little before we go out there in two weeks.
Around the league, the Angels team flight had an emergency landing (aaah!) Dodgers have a fire and an unfit parent on their hands (I feel for them. I really do.) and Kansas City had an incredibly sweet proposal which I keep watching over and over, trying to decide if I think it was really a surprise or not. I vaguely think it was all planned. And yeah. Santa doesn’t exist. Sorry.
p.s. Bye-bye, Ryan Rohlinger and happy travels in the Rockies organization! We’ll miss you ’round here.