Brandon Cycle

Brandon Crawford has a double and a triple and Brandon Belt has a single and a homerun, so combined, the Brandons have hit for what the SF Giants Twitter coined the “Brandon Cycle”.

I don’t know why we waited so long to start playing this way but it is glorious and beautiful and SIXTY SPLASH HITS, BABY!!

ETA: Conor Gillaspie for an in-the-park RBI homerun. WHAT. IS. AIR.

Secondhand embarrassment

I’m from Oklahoma. I have no idea what to make of THIS shiz:

YOU ARE NOT SEATTLE AND YOUR SKYLINE IS DUMB

A long time ago, I was mildly obsessed with the Sonics and my parents were nice enough to take my brother and I (and them, obviously) to a game in Dallas to see the Sonics play and my dad and I sneaked down to the REALLY good seats, right next to the court, so we could watch the players run in and Shawn Kemp was SO ENTIRELY MASSIVE and it was amazing and AAAHHHH.

SO I TAKE OFFENSE TO THIS OKAY. I AM SORRY OKLAHOMA CITY BUT STOP IT. JUST STOP IT.

Electric Girl pointed out the “never forget” thing, which made her think of the bombing, and OKAY I can give you that, Oklahoma City. But idek if it has anything to actually do with piggybacking a sports team on a tragedy. Whatever. STILL NOT COOL, OKC.

Goodbye baseball, hello hockey

Except not goodbye baseball! The Giants have 3 more games at home and then there’s the post season and I have to figure out what teams I like and what teams I don’t (right now I’m leaning toward the DBags and the Rangers). But hockey is heating up with all the preseason games and I’m excited, because hockey and college football are my fillers for the offseason. It’s been a few years since I followed hockey fairly religiously and I don’t know why I fell off, but I did and now I know a lot of people who adore hockey, so I’m counting on them to carry me through. Go Sharks? I don’t know…that’s too new for me. I’m a Pens girl, all the way. And then the Avs. I’m going to give the Sharks a shot though. We might even go to a game! Yay!

So a quick breakdown of the Giants’ season. Buster Posey was injured in May and that was horrific (we didn’t have cable yet, so I missed the game), and then Freddy was injured diving for a ball (we did have cable at that point) and then injuries plagued us off and on while our offense wavered and then the injuries hit us full-tilt and our offense went on vacation. The spate of injuries continued and people played injured, pushed through the pain and made their injuries worse (Schierholtz, I’m looking at you). And our offense crumbled. Crumbled and flattened and were suddenly awakened by the Rockies but stifled by the Dodgers and humiliated by the Diamondbacks. Tim Lincecum, two-time Cy Young winner, ended his season with a losing record, a sub-2.75 ERA, and only 220 strikeouts, which means this is the first year he hasn’t led the league in Ks. His outing today was hard to watch, especially after he drilled Upton in the helmet – Lincecum was obviously rattled by the pitch – and our offense wilted, and Lincecum scratched and clawed and I want nothing more than for him to enjoy his off season and put 2011 behind him.

I hope now that the season is more or less over that the boys can enjoy themselves for these last 3 games. I hope they can stop digging deep for something that will not happen and start aiming for fun. It’s going to be sad, saying goodbye to this team I love so much. It will be hard when we hear the names of those who won’t be with us next year (Cody Ross, Javier Lopez – possibly, Andres Torres, etc.) but I’m already looking forward to spring training. I’m already contemplating a weekend in Scottsdale. I’m already thinking about opening day at home (AGAINST THE PIRATES OMG).

Here’s to another season, Giants. Here’s to the Beard and the Freak, to the Boss and the Baby Giraffe, Nate the Great and Torres the Tornado. Here’s to Ryan Vogelsong and Pablo Sandoval. Thank you for the summer.

A little of this, a little of that

A few thoughts before I head off to bed.

A very bad thing happened yesterday (which was also my father’s birthday, coincidentally) and I’ve been mulling it over since then. In case you were unaware, a man name Troy Davis was executed in Georgia. Regardless of the truth, a life was taken to avenge the taking of another life, and this logic doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t understand taking a life because a life was taken. I just don’t. It’s a hard thing to believe when so many horrible, soulless people walk the planet, people who don’t care about anyone or anything. It’s hard to see the light within, hard to believe that a life that values nothing is valuable to the universe. But it’s what I believe and strive to live. So I mourn the lives lost, innocent and otherwise, and do not glory in the loss of anyone. I said this a few other places online last night and I will repeat it here so it is known: if someone takes my life, do not take theirs.

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Changing gears to baseball. Our Giants aren’t faring so well and tomorrow (Friday) is the day, more or less. Cain on the mound, a song in our hearts…or maybe just a little bit of fight buried deep down somewhere, which pushes us through to next Wednesday. We’re tired. We’re battered. We’re playing injured with lots of working parts that can’t seem to connect reliably. Electric Girl pointed out tonight that we went to four games this season, and that’s four more than last season, and that made me happy. Then we daydreamed about becoming the Giants Grannies in about 30 years, when we travel down to Arizona for spring training in our big motor home covered in Human Rights Watch, Amnesty International, and Giants bumper stickers, and we scout the players and score games and during the regular season, we take care of our boys and bake them cookies and bring them soup when they don’t feel well. WE HAVE ACTIVE IMAGINATIONS. But it sounds like a nice way to spend my later years, don’t you think?

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At the start of last weekend, or the beginning of this week (I can’t remember), I was laying on the floor and I moved to get up. I somehow slammed my big toe into the strip that divides the flooring of our entry and the carpet, and I split my toenail in two places in the middle. It didn’t chip off though, so I removed the nail polish I had on, made sure everything looked okay, and then repainted my toenails. After spending all week making sure I didn’t snag the nail on anything, I stopped paying attention for about five seconds and ripped off that piece of toenail. It didn’t really hurt for as much as it bled. And now my toenail looks terrifying. The worst part is that I can’t wear flip-flops tomorrow because I don’t have any bandaids. Well, I do. They’re in my car. So theoretically I could. Hmm…

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We’re nearing my favorite time of year. October-December are the best months for me. I mean, I might have a new opinion on that because now I have baseball in my life, but I really can’t imagine anything thrilling me more than impending autumn. Dappled, golden light. Rain. Cooler temperatures. The smells. The sights. The crows that gather in the trees in Midtown at dusk. Fall is wonderful here. October is right around the corner. My favorite month!

Stay well, readers. Reflect on the gifts in your life. Smile at a stranger. Hug a loved one.

Fear the man tank

No seriously. Which one of you got to my blog by searching for “Brian Wilson man tank”? What exactly were you hoping to find? Brian Wilson driving a tank? Brian Wilson looking like a tank? Brian Wilson wearing a man tank? PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME.

But otherwise, we are just here, watching the game. Sir Kamp is having some trouble finding the strike zone at the end of this inning.

I throw my hands up in the air sometimes saying "ayyyo my name is Pablo"

No Photobooth! I wasn't ready for you to take the picture!

I just had a sepia

Sweet dreams are made of this

Last night, I had a meeting with my good friend¬†sauvignon¬†blanc. We had a nice, long conversation and when we were done, I had a very quick chat with my friend merlot, which was not a very smart idea. So when I woke up at 6:30 this morning, gasping and sweaty and CRYING, it took me a minute to figure out why I didn’t feel very well on top of the nightmare I had just woken up from. It was a bad nightmare, too real and dark and based around one of my biggest fears: the death of someone I love. Correction: one of my biggest fears is the death of someone I love by their own hand.

I stayed up for a few hours, surfing Tumblr and Facebook and watching The Office, and eventually fell asleep again. AND THEN I HAD THE MOST EPIC DREAM EVER.

Okay, so Electric Girl and I were on the Titantic IN SPACE (it didn’t crash though) and we landed on a planet that WORSHIPPED THE FLINTSTONES. They dressed up their planet’s equivalent of elephants as dinosaurs and carried big blow-up clubs and wore Fred Flintstone costumes. And then I was trying to help someone who had been captured by the aliens but then my dream diverted to something else — babysitting Jeremy Affeldt’s oldest son. I was trying to make him balloon animals and failing miserably, so Jeremy Affeldt came over to take over. I think he was mad because I wasn’t talking about Jesus enough.

I still love you, Sister Christian