That Time Buster Posey Punched Jeremy Affeldt

For the past few days, I’ve had a tab open in Chrome to my Tumblr account and I’ve been clicking through it at random times, chuckling at things I had forgotten about and rediscovering little internet gems. After finding one particularly hilarious post, I decided to start Say Hey Tuesdays, where I’ll revisit a random Giants moment that maybe we’ve forgotten about and deserves to NEVER BE FORGOTTEN.

The inaugural moment is actually in two parts. Hey, it’s not every day you decide to launch a new blog feature! This is a special occasion. Plus, it gives me two posts at once so I feel SUPER good about this project. Besides, this is a REALLY great moment and the individual parts of it are huge and amazing on their own.

Today’s moment took place after the Giants clenched the NL West. The boys were understandably excited. Limbs were flailing, bodies were bouncing, and people were hitting the ground one after another. Jeremy Affeldt, either overwhelmed with happiness or a deep, deep desire to get Buster before Buster got him, decided that the celebratory bounce huddle was the perfect opportunity to jackhammer a few jabs into Posey’s ribs.

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What makes this moment great is that Posey immediately whips around, yells some choice words at Affeldt, and then flings an ineffectual jab in his direction before going back to the celebration. But Posey wasn’t done yet. Ineffectual punches are definitely NOT his thing. He ain’t havin’ it. As evidenced below.

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Seriously. Judging by Affedlt’s reaction, Posey didn’t hold back on that punch.  I’ve heard that you’d better think twice about messing with Posey. He knows where your nuts are and how to punch them. Hard.

That’s it for the very first Say Hey Tuesdays post! Let’s see if we can make this a regular thing.

*Gifs from this mccoveychron post

Everything’s coming up 2012

The Giants just won in a walk-off and I don’t know about you guys, but seeing all of the guys pouring out of the dugout, jumping up and down in a big circle, and looking like a bunch of kids just reminds me of the entire post season. All the disappointments, all the missed opportunities and quiet bats, and then the speech and #RallyZito and #RallyEnchiladas and Posey’s grand slam…

I cannot begin to express how glad I am to see that energy carried over into 2013. I LOVE THIS TEAM, Y’ALL.

What’s the what

It’s 9:15pm on a Tuesday night and I’m sitting in our living room with the dog, watching Game 4 of the World Series. The game is tied and Dotel just walked Scutaro with four pitches. I sat down in time to see Buster Posey’s glorious, by the skin of its teeth homerun to tie it up. It’s fun watching him round the bases, finger in the air as the ball sails into the seats. Posey rarely shows emotion on the field and to see him triumphant and satisfied as he rounds first feels like the completion of his recovery.

Baseball starts in less than a week. A very small part of me is afraid that the start date is all a big joke by the MLB and we’ll all be expectant on Monday morning, but there will be no baseball. MLB will tweet “#AprilFoolsSuckas” and there will be a revolt.

Erm…what was I saying? Ah, yes. The start of the season. The start of the season! Real baseball in all its proper places! AT&T Park, garlic fries, McCovey Cove, sunsets, motherfriggin’ seagulls, the smells and sounds and how loud the ‘MVP! MVP! MVP!’ chants will be the first time Posey steps to the plate and and and and aaannnndddddd

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Baseball feels, part two

More baseball feels tonight, this time because of Freddy Sanchez. Sanchez has suffered another setback (back surgery), but this one has him out for the duration of the season. Not that we didn’t all see something like this happening, what with all the little injuries that have kept him out of routine rehab (following a shoulder injury last season that required surgery in August 2011) in 2012. It’s a sad thing because this probably means the end of Freddy’s time as a Giant and might mean the end of his career, period. It’s a sad thing because Freddy is a good guy, a nice guy, and a damn fine player. He made a lot of stellar contributions to the team in the run to the World Series in 2010.

Also: the Nationals killed us. At first I thought it was heat + sloppy pitching from Lincecum. Then Bumgarner got taken to task on Wednesday. Cain faired a little bit better Thursday but then our spotty bullpen just kind of…imploded. Casilla made one of the worst plays I think I’ve ever seen one of our players make (usually it’s a group effort). I mean. It was just. There are no words for it. And then Crawford made a hurried throw to Belt on the last out of the game and the ball bounced off the heel of Belt’s glove and dude, the Belt attitude showed up for a second.

But on the plus side, the throwback uniforms looked fantastic! So…there’s that. Next up, Pittsburgh! Who, if I remember correctly, stand atop the NL Central. WHAT?! I know. Then it’s the All Star break and then we settle into the second half of the season.

Oh, and while we’re on the ASG, can Sandy Alderson go away now? I’m sorry that Mets fans didn’t vote in the numbers that Giants fans voted. The team “sells out” every home game (and creates sell outs at some road games) and the fans are rabid. It’s not our collective fault that David Wright isn’t going to the ASG.

OH! OH! OH! How could I forget the most important thing that has happened EVER during a Giants game?? RYAN VOGELSONG NEARLY HULK SMASHED BRANDON ARROYO’S GUITAR BRANDON ARROYO. I mean, yes there’s been a Perfecto and yes, Madison got his first complete game one-hitter shut out, but all of that pales in comparison to Vogey getting brushed back at the plate TWICE in one AB and then THROWING his bat down and charging at Arroyo.

I created a dramatization of the moment below:

Don’t be jelly of my mad skillz

Lastly, congratulations to our All Stars: Buster Posey, Melky Cabrera, Pablo Sandoval, and Matt Cain! It’s about time the rest of the country got to see what our boys can do!

ALSO. ANOTHER SEMI-RELATED NOTE. I totally got a Melky card today. It’s a Royals card but I don’t care it’s Melky being Melky and it is GLORIOUS.

P.S. Bryce Harper is fabulous.

Do I know you?

Clearly I suck at this whole blogging thing. Time for some quick catch-up!

BASEBALL: Matt Cain’s perfect game was amazing and I wish I had been there! Ryan Vogelsong was dubbed The Freak Whisperer after he managed to say the exactly right thing to Lincecum in Oakland last week. Brian Wilson is going to be in the booth with Kruk & Kuip today and apparently he has some sort of announcement*. Our outfield is amazing. BEAT LA. BEAT LA. BEAT LA.

OLYMPICS: Imminent. I’m excited to watch them for the first time in YEARS.

MUSIC: I have a couple of monthly playlists to share with you. For the past two months, I’ve had a playlist intended and then I’ve pushed it back a month each time because I either couldn’t find the right songs or something else showed up on my radar and didn’t fit on the list. WITHOUT FURTHER ADO.

2012: April (The Month I Clearly Didn’t Want to Make a List)

  1. Holy Weather – Civil Twilight
  2. 1234 – Feist
  3. Little Talks – Of Monsters and Men
  4. A Thousand Years – Christina Perri
  5. Desire – Ryan Adams
  6. Love Love Love – Of Monsters and Men
  7. Lover I Don’t Have to Love – Bright Eyes

2012: May 

  1. Piazza, New York Catcher – Belle and Sebastian
  2. Abandon – French Kicks**
  3. The Sweetest Thing – Camera Obscura
  4. Red Right Ankle – The Decemberists
  5. I Don’t Know – Lisa Hannigan
  6. All Our Weekends – French Kicks
  7. Homesick – Kings of Convenience
  8. Put a Penny in the Slot – Fionn Regan

2012: June (I never thought I’d see you again)

  1. Stolen Away On 55th & 3rd – Dave Matthews Band
  2. I’ll Follow You Tonight – Anna Ternheim
  3. Raining in Baltimore – Counting Crows
  4. Between the Miles – Aswefall
  5. Sleeping With the Lights On – Teitur
  6. Vapour Trail – Trespassers William
  7. California One / Youth and Beauty Brigade – The Decemberists
  8. January Rain – David Gray
  9. So Alive – Ryan Adams
  10. Delicate – Damien Rice
  11. Different Stars – Trespassers William
  12. Amy Hit the Atmosphere – Counting Crows
  13. For You – Coldplay

*Clearly he found my list of things to do while he’s rehabbing his elbow and he’s going to publicly update me on his progress through the list.

**This album, Swimming, is delightful. Good summer album.

If you’re Brian Wilson

When Brian Wilson gets really bored one of these days, he’s going to Google himself again and find his way here, where he’ll find this list of Things to Do While Recovering From Bionic Elbow Transplant ™.

Things to Do While Recovering From Bionic Elbow Transplant ™

  • Build a telescope
  • Learn to brew beer
  • Read Finnegan’s Wake
  • Learn how to knit
  • Write a short story
  • Take your new telescope into the Sierras to watch the stars
  • Perfect your impressions of your teammates
  • Install beadboard in your kitchen
  • Build toothpick replicas of the GGB, Bay Bridge, and AT&T Park
  • Become a cricket enthusiast
  • Learn quantum physics
  • Take up macrame
  • Diagram and color-code a geological map of the United States*
  • Learn to build ships in a bottle
  • Learn to read star maps (for your new telescope and trip to the Sierras)
  • Start a blog so you can tell everyone how bored you are

 

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*It’s fun, trust me!

One is the loneliest number

Especially when that 1 trails after a 9, as in Dodgers 9, Giants 1.

Wise skipper is wise

You know, everything was okay until the 8th inning when we imploded. I mean, it wasn’t a small implosion. It was like a star going nova. It was like we were playing baseball with blindfolds on. IT WAS LIKE OUR ENTIRE TEAM IS RUNNING IN A THOUSAND DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS AT THE SAME TIME.

Okay and to be fair to Edlefsen, it was a tough play to make since the line drive ripped the glove off his hand.

So to take our minds off that, I’m going to post a few pics from Friday night. That’ll be fun, right?

The bar, which is huge, at Lucky Strike

Killing time before the gates open

Texting gloves, which came in handy later because it was a little chilly

Nate Schierholtz

Aubrey Huff took a few cuts in the cage and we all let him know we were glad to see him

Corey Hart is ginormous

Picture one of eleventy billion of Buster Posey

Timmy and Buster

Seriously though. Buster Posey, y’all.

I wasn’t lying about Ben the Bachelor

There is nothing better than a Friday night at the yard

John Axford, my favorite Brewer and second-favorite closer

Willie Mays Plaza post-game is tres bien

The boys are back in town

Even though I don’t actually live IN San Francisco, there’s a definite change in the air when the Giants get home from a road trip. This road trip was weird, starting with Ryan Theriot getting the death flu from his kids and ending with a 3-run jack in the eleventh hour to take the series sweep from the Reds.

Tim Lincecum saw some improvement in his stats, even if it wasn’t the prettiest road to get there. Naysayers will be naysayers and argue anyone who says anything positive about his outing in NYC, and yes, it was the Mets, but he kept them from seeing the ball very well and he got 7Ks on the night. Impressive for a guy who is in such a big slump.

Zito continues to dazzle my socks off. I don’t completely take back everything I’ve said about him, but he’s starting to win me over. Damn you, Barry Zito.

The doubleheader killed us. By the time we got to yesterday’s game, I didn’t care if the guys laid down at their positions and took naps. I really didn’t care if we got swept or won or lost or whatever. I wrote the game off. I did. I’m so sorry, fellow Giants fans (and any Giants affiliates who read this), but I kind of wanted the boys to come home so we could have Orange Friday. I’M SORRY.

But don’t worry, Angel Pagan showed me up by hitting a 3-run homer and then Casilla shut down the Reds in 11 pitches and now the boys are back. Tonight is the first official Orange Friday of the season. Our first Giants game of the season is a week from today. Things are looking up.

Oh, and before I forget, Brian Wilson is either enjoying his pain medication or is bored out of his mind, because he shared this with us the night before last:

Never change, Bweez.