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

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

Highlights

From last night:

  • Free drink at Lucky Strike
  • Texting gloves!
  • Aubrey Huff taking bp
  • THE BACHELOR~
  • More free booze
  • Tim Lincecum sliding into the catcher’s box in an effort to tag a runner
  • Buster Posey is a magical unicorn
  • So much Beastie Boys between innings
  • Tim Lincecum’s spit-covered, rubbed up baseball fouled back to the guy sitting next to me (mmm DNA)
  • Amazing rally
  • John Axford pitching*

I cannot think of anything more coherent than this for last night. Pictures are forthcoming.

*The Brewers are my number two team, so while I really wanted us to win, I was glad I got to see John Axford pitch. IT’S JOHN AXFORD, YOU GUYS