October in an Even Year

You all know that I’m crazy about baseball.   You probably also know that I love the Giants specifically.  You may have also noticed that it is October in an ever year.   So, it should come as no surprise that the Giants have made it to the playoffs again, and I am freaking out.   Let the fun begin.

They Call it Small Ball

Anyone who even casually follows baseball has probably heard the phrase “base hits win ballgames.”    Base hits put runners on the bases and move them around the bases.   Today the Giants creamed the Dodgers hitting only three extra base hits and a single long ball from Freddy Sanchez in the eighth.  Three RBIs a piece for Huff and Sanchez, and a pair for Tejada and DeRosa.  This is the classic example of small ball.

Of course the shutout pitching from Matt Cain, and relievers Javi Lopez, Ramon Ramirez, and  Jeremy Affeldt didn’t hurt at all, either.

This is what I’m looking forward to seeing from the Orange and Black for the rest of the year.


And I’m thinking about how I can practice a little small ball in my personal life.


Just sayin’.



CSGL – Holding Out

The other day, someone actually asked me why I was single. Now, there’s a plenitude of reasons why I’m single, but mostly it’s just timing. I haven’t been in the right place at the right time with the right guy.

So, I know it’s been awhile.   Just to quickly summarize, still in the bay area, still working, still 30-ish, still have the coolest cat in the world, still a Giants fan.   And yes, still single.   If your counting, it’s been three years.

The other day, someone actually asked me why I was single.   Now, there’s a plenitude of reasons why I’m single, but mostly it’s just timing.  I haven’t been in the right place at the right time with the right guy.   So here I am.   Friday night, on my couch, with my cat, just got done watching the ball game, and no intention of being elsewhere or doing otherwise.   Anyway, back to the question.  Why am I single?     Because I’m holding out for Awesome.   That’s what I said.   And you know what?  It’s true!

So this is what holding out for Awesome looks like.    And in about 15 minutes, it’s also going to look like me taking a bubble bath.   Of course, Awesome isn’t going to find me in the bathroom.  (That would be really fucking weird.)  So, I’ve got to go out sometimes.  I’ve got to put myself out there.

So, I gave a guy my number.   I don’t know if he’s Awesome or Not Awesome.   If he doesn’t call me, he’s definitely Not Awesome.   And I bought two tickets to the Giants’ game on the 11th, and I’m going to see if I can find a date.

And if that doesn’t work, well at least I’ll still get to be at a ballgame.   Hopefully watching the Giants cream the Dodgers.  Unlike tonight.   No throwing balls away or kicking them when you should be picking them up and throwing them to first.

But did you see that rocket the kid launched into center field tonight?  That was a thing of beauty.  Gotta love a rookie.   Brandon Belt might be my new hero.

Just sayin’.

Bleeding Orange And Black

So, you all know that I’m a big fan of the San Francisco Giants, right?    I have been my whole life, and it has a lot to do with my family.  My dad taught me everything about baseball, and he is a Giants fan.  His mother was a Giants fan.   So of course I was going nuts when they made it to the World Series and won.   Well, I did one better than just going nuts.

During game three of the series, I went out and got this.  I literally bled Orange & Black!

And I was at the parade the following week, as well.   I can’t wait until next season.   91 days until pitchers and catchers report.

Go Giants.

Oh……and my soccer team has a playoff game tomorrow….wish me luck.

What’s Better?

What’s better than 40 minutes crushing calories on the elliptical and treadmill at the gym?

Watching the Phillies send the Dodgers to bed with a 1-2-3 bottom of the 9th in Los Angeles while burning those 367 calories.


Take that Breakfast!  

My Usual
My Usual

Hit the showers Kent!

I hate this guy.
I hate this guy.

HA Ramirez!



Beat LA!  Beat LA!  Beat LA!


Just sayin’.

Indisputable Fact

Tim Lincecum is the shit.  That kid can hurl a baseball like it’s nobody’s business.    He should run for VP.  I’d vote for him.    Here’s a list of reasons why I think Lincecum would be good in the White House:

  • Cool under pressure
  • Knows how and when to bring the heat
  • Not afraid to drill the hardest hitters in the league
  • One hell of a delivery
  • Cute as a button
Of course, he’s too young to run for that office, but he’s not too young to win the Cy Young.

My Second Game of the Season

I went to see the Giants again last night. In case you’re keeping count, that’s two Giants’ games and one A’s game. I am a baseball fiend. I told you I was going to go to more games this year, as I am a crazy single girl, and nothing will come between me and Brian Wilson, except maybe his atrocious facial hair choices.

Anyway, my brother’s boss has season tickets, and he gave a pair to me and my mom last night. We got to see Matt Cain not only pitch a great game, and take the win, but he hit a home run to boot. The only homer for the Giants in yesterday’s match up. Take that Designated Hitter! Cain’s got a batting average of .313. Fred Lewis almost hit for the cycle, hitting a single, double, and a triple. All he needed was that homer. Next time.

I had a really good time, and I got to do some cheering and hollering. I think that was the first time my mom and I went to a ball game together without my dad or brother, which was pretty cool.

Oh, and did I mention that the weather was perfect? ‘Cause it was. No freezing wind for this one.


What to Write?

I don’t really have anything to make up a full post today, so here’s a few interesting tidbits:

  • I’m going to the Giants game tonight with Momser.   Matt Cain is on the mound against the Houston Astros
  • It’s unusually warm in The City today, so much so that I saw a man in a kilt.  You know it’s one thing when the women start wearing skirts, but it’s a whole other level of warmth when the men join in.

And that’s all I got folks.  It’s just a slow news day, and I haven’t seen or done anything that I think is worthy of writing about.  I’ve just been having a very average day.

I’m off work tomorrow to do some more quality time with Momser, too.

I hope the faithful readers are having a more eventful week.


That was an exceptionally cold night at the ballpark last night. Tim Lincecum on the mound, sadly got his first loss of the season. I’m pretty sure that ump blew that call on the balk, but it’s hard to tell from the center field bleachers, you know. It’s all OK, though, because at least I got to go to the game. Also, I got to yell at some Dodgers’ fans. Seriously, the Giants were playing the Rockies. Where’d the Dodger-blues come from? AB got a kick out of some of my random baseball utterances. “Run you slow slow slow . . . .little man!”

You know what’s really hard? Sending text messages when you hands are frozen solid. But I managed, and I have to say, I’m becoming much more of a fan of text messaging and picture mail. Especially when I get random ones in the middle of the night that make absolutely no sense from what I can only assume are very drunk friends. I hope some day to get one that is actually important, something along the lines of “water broke. baby coming.”

Anyway, by the time the game was over, my feet were completely numb. It’s so weird to walk around like that, and to have to assume that you’re touching the ground. When I got home, I went right into the shower to try to warm up. Went to bed around midnight. Woke up at 1:35 by random text messages. Two within a minute from two different friends. Then continued waking myself up every other hour for no apparent reason all night long.

I’m tired. I’m crabby. My throat is a little sore from the hollering.

Monday I’m going to an A’s game. Crazy.