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Sit Back, We’ve Got This – Love, The San Francisco Giants

83rd MLB All Star Game is in the books and what an All Star Game it was.  It was basically the Sit Back, We’ve Got This – Love, The San Francisco Giants Game and it couldn’t have been more fun to sit back and watch.  For us fans and for everyone else on the NL squad.  Not that Ryan Braun didn’t put on a bit of a show (remember his completely unnecessarily dramatic catch in ’09?  No?  You’re not the president of the Ryan Braun Fan Club like I am?) and combined, the National League pitchers held the explosive American League lineup scoreless, which is pretty darn impressive.

Still, it was the Giants night.  Maybe it was inspired by Sandy Alderson’s, ahem, well-thought out comments or maybe they just do well in Kansas City.  Buzzing Selig.  We need the AL Central in Interleague Play next season.

The music was all country and all atrocious, I had the unsquashable urge to yell “Clown question, bro,” every time Bryce Harper poked his head onto the screen and my belief that pinstripes are the most fab uniform ever was affirmed when Jeter and Cano and Granderson took the field.  I was also wearing borderline pinstripes of my own.  I think the people at H&M are secretly Yankee fans because they sell loads of clothes with pinstripes and then how can I possibly resist buying them?  (I can’t, in case you’re wondering.)

Home field advantage is now safely resting on the NL side for 2012 and I can’t lie, this whole All Star break has got me craving the postseason.  And autumn food.  Pumpkins and cinnamon and… yeah.  Mostly the playoffs, not the food, trust me.

Also!  For those of you who have read this blog when the Marlins are in town (if you haven’t, catch up here), you know the whole “Marlins and the trout” thing.  I swore it off after repeating it, oh, five thousand times but when Sergio Romo tweeted this photo yesterday from his Tahoe vacay, I couldn’t resist.

See, according to Sean Parker logic, people don’t hang a photo of themselves with a trout over their fireplace – they want to show off the 20 ton marlin or whatever.  Since Twitter is a virtual over-your-fireplace, my world = shaken.  Because this picture is him with a trout.  People aren’t supposed to want to display that.  Just excuse me while I reorient my world view.  I’ll be back tomorrow.

Diamond Girl

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My Cupcake Calendar Knows Andy Pettitte, Kinda

Since there never seems to be enough time for anything on a Friday, I’m going to put allthebaseballnewsyoucouldeverwant into a 10 piece rundown.  ‘K?  K.

10.  The Giants lost the final game against Houston yesterday, but seriously, who’s thinking about that?  I, for one, am still coasting on the perfect game and ten runs and all of that fabulousness.  Zito gets out of jail free, in terms of blog ripping.

9.  Birthday bonanza!  Andy Pettitte is turning 40 today and that reminded me that I’ve been meaning to talk about him.  Do you see what he’s doing over in New York?  He’s rocking a 2.81 ERA over six starts and showing no signs of slowing.  Ah-mazing.  Can I please be like that when I’m 40?

8.  Also having a birthday today is our very own Tim Lincecum.  Say what you will about him at this moment, I got to thinking about when I was at the stadium on his birthday two years ago and we all sang Happy Birthday to him as he signed autographs.  It’s a rather nice memory.  I think we should all have peace on earth and goodwill to all, especially Tiny Tim.  And I think I have a good feeling about his start tomorrow in Seattle provided, of course, that my sunglasses are present.

7.  It is also Neil Patrick Harris’s birthday, for whatever it’s worth.  Actually, this is what it’s worth.  It seems appropriate for my blog, because I think it all the time after I publish a post.

6.  Aubrey Huff apparently injured his knee jumping over the railing to celebrate da perfect game.  Ow.  CSNBayArea reports he’s headed to the DL and we’re going to be seeing Justin Christian in his place.  The plot thickens.

5.  My cupcake calendar (Do. Not. Laugh.) has had birthday cupcakes for the past few days and today, as well.  It knows me!  It’s psychic!  It knows Timmy and Andy and Neily!  Maybe!  Probably not, but still!

4.  Madison Bumgarner is facing King Felix on Sunday and I cannot wait.  It promises to be a great pitching matchup/total blowout, just because we all thought it would be a great pitching matchup.

3.  For once, I am totally rooting for the Diamondbacks as they take on the Angels who are a nerve-inducing 3.0 back from Texas.  Go Diamondbacks.  I can’t bring myself to include an exclamation point, but seriously, beat them Angels.  (Scoreboard watching?  Heck yes.)

2.  I think I’ve failed to talk about the now infamous “Clown question, bro,” incident, so I am going to do right that right now.  Bryce Harper has got some serious ‘tude.  I alternate between loving it and loathing it.  His use of “bro” which needs to die now is kind of edging me onto the loathing it side, but the deadpan delivery is helping with the love.

1.  Oh, did you hear?  Matt Cain pitched a perfect game.  Yeah.

Diamond Girl

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Hugs, Bud Selig.

My day started far too early for a Saturday with a Little League game, A’s vs. Giants.  Nothing weird about that, right?  Aside from the fact that the Curse of Interleague Play (hugs, Bud Selig) hasn’t come upon us quite yet.  And the fact that I was rooting for the A’s.  It pained me, I tell you.  But I have people who I have to root for on the A’s, so that was that.  I swallowed my fandom and did it.  I still have a few words to say to the coach who got the Giants – words like, “You should have given that team to me! – but it turned out to be a good thing that I was rooting for them A’s, because they had an unprecedented comeback, went into extra innings and walked off.  I sunburned (duh) but otherwise, things were wonderful.

I came home to the disastrous end to the real Giants game.  Aubrey Huff played second base and pigs flew, as did Ryan Theriot, but it was too late.  He’s terribly ill, apparently, and just flew into NY today, but is still not well enough to play.  Since the rest of the Giants bench seems to have been mysteriously transported to a galaxy far, far away/the Hundred Acre Wood/Middle Earth, Huff ended up at second.  Need I really say more?   Moving right along.

 Then Philip I-Am-This-Close-To-Remembering-His-Last-Name pitched the 21st perfect game in the history of MLB (yeah, hugs, Bud Selig) for the Chicago White Sox, against the Seattle Mariners.  That was something and by something I mean absolutely perfect.  Literally.  You know what I mean.

Then Jennifer Hudson went through airport security… oh.  Sorry.  Just surfing the front of the news as I write and there’s a story about Jennifer Hudson and the TSA.  News, y’all.  Can I please blame this on Bud Selig?  No?  He wasn’t involved with the TSA?  You lie.  I am quite positive he was.

Anywho.  Then the Yankees had some sort of a brilliant comeback that I followed on and off while I drank orange juice because we’re having a heatwave over here and there is nothing better to soothe the horribleness of a heatwave than orange juice. 

This is all to say, it has been a strange and busy, but mostly strange, day in baseball.  Flyballs are falling out of my ears and when I try to talk about unrelated things, baseball similes are creeping their way in.  So I think I’m going to cut it off right here and nap and eat spinach pizza for a while.  Catch you all (and Bud Selig) later.

Diamond Girl

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Luckily, I Was Listening to Enya When I Read the Roster News, Plus PREDICTIONS.

So I chose a kind of a weird time to go on vacation.  While some of the biggest decisions in recent Giants-fan memory were coming out, I was walking to and from the pool and kinda-sorta trying for a tan.  (No luck there.)   When I finally started catching up, I started looping my Enya and went to Twitter.  It’s probably a good thing I had the über-calming music going because, well, my jaw pretty much dropped at the initial 25 man news.  And just as I was picking it up off the floor, I read the Chris Stewart news.  I am still attempting to connect jaw to rest of head and it’s not working terribly well.  Whoa, whoa, whoa, for lack of a better way of putting it.  I did not see any of this coming, but I am happy with it, all around.  The Giants are looking pretty young and energized going into Opening Day and what else can you really ask for?  (Other than pre-steroid scandal Ryan Braun starting in left, but hey, you can’t have it all.)

I’m sad to see Chris Stewart go, because I was rather partial to him, but I am also always glad to see guys go the Yankees.  It feels like sending them to a family member’s house, rather than to a complete stranger, to use a slightly strange analogy.  That is my inner New Yorker speaking, don’t mind it.  So in many ways, I’m actually happy for Stewart and wish him safe travels with the Yankees.

Here is my happy waving GIF, because if you don’t laugh, you might cry.  Not that I cry about baseball trades.  Usually.  Let’s not talk Bengie Molina and I’ll be fine.  Don’t get between me and my catchers, people.  People being Brian Sabean.

And now!  I’m a couple hours late this year, but I’m going to do some predictions now.  I like to do them before the season kicks off, but just bear with me.  It’s not like the first few innings of a game give me any edge on the rest of you who predicted a few days ago, so!

 National League

East:  Philadelphia Phillies

Central:  St. Louis Cardinals

West:  San Francisco Giants

Wildcards:  Colorado Rockies, Cincinnati Reds

American League

East:  New York Yankees

Central:  Detroit Tigers

West:  Texas Rangers

Wildcards:   Tampa Bay Rays, Cleveland Indians

See?  No need to worry that I have an edge, prediction-wise.  I am so terrible with ‘em that the timing makes zero difference.  But now I have put them out there and can cringe over them for the next six months or so and it just wouldn’t be baseball season without that.  Have you all made predictions?  Put them (or a link to them) in the comments so we can commiserate/I can get completely jealous of your brilliance.  ‘K?  ‘K.

Happy Pappy Opening Day!

Ever-So-Slightly-Tanned Diamond Girl

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The Whole Matt Cain Dodginess, Mixed With Some Inner New Yorker Stuff

When I finally crawled out my rainy hibernation and got caught up on baseball news today, the first thing I saw was that Andy Pettite has sprung out of retirement and will be donning the pinstripes once more this season.  YES.  (In a purely non YES Network type way.)  Although I am only very tangentially a Yankees fan, I do have a strong inner New Yorker (hence why I walk at 25 miles per hour all the time and wear endless variants of the black trench-coat) and Pettite was probably one of my first favorite baseball players.  So today may seriously be the Best Day of 2012 So Far in Diamond Girl Land.  I mean, Buster’s return was prettykindofextremely fabulous, but this is just wonderful on a whole new level. 

I think Pettite should be required now to add a new “T” to his name for every extra season he plays, post-pretending to retire, as penance to the fans whose hearts he broke (that is: yours truly) when he pretended to retire.  His lawyer can take this one up with me.

Speaking of ballplayers who are favorites of mine?  Matt Cain, people.  Matt Cain. 

As inevitably happens, what were supposed to be non-confrontational, totally mellow extension negotiations during Spring Training have turned a little… dodgy.  To use a Willy Wonka-ism.  Sources are letting their tongues wag far more than is prudent and Cain now says he’s “really torn”, according to CSN Bay Area.  I don’t know why teams and players seem to think this is a good idea – that, somehow, doing this during Spring Training will create less ill-will.  I refer y’all back to Michael Young and Albert Pujols, unless there is anyone who still believes aforementioned myth.  It never works.  Never.  In this case, I have to actually fall on Cain’s side.  If I were him, I think I would absolutely test the free agent market.  This is (potentially) the high point in his career and if he wants to try out the free agent market, it just makes sense.  Sure, as a Giants fan I wish there was really a big loyalty factor here, but I don’t think there is, honestly.  My instinct is that they will not reach a deal and Cain will go to free agency, which he has certainly earned.  So I can’t feel too torn up, right?  Then, although it’s probably terribly unlikely, I hope the Giants sign do him and our longest tenured Giant stays a Giant forever after.  Like every other girl on the planet, Disney has obviously given me a warped sense of reality.  Huh.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  March Madness?  ‘Nuff said.

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