Posts Tagged ‘Brian Wilson’

First LIVE baseball game!

April 3, 2012

It’s officially back for me, folks. Last night, I went to AT&T Park to watch the Oakland A’s play the San Francisco Giants in an exhibition game. A final tune-up for the regular season. Except for the A’s, who already played two real games in Japan. Rage. Don’t ask me about that.

Anyway, the Giants pulled out a 4-2 victory behind timely hitting from Brandon Belt and Melky Cabrera. Brian Wilson got an enormous ovation when he trotted in from the bullpen for the save attempt. I hate him with all my might, so needless to say, I stayed in my seat looking at my phone.

But the biggest ovation of the night came for San Francisco’s pride and joy, Buster Posey. He’s back from a horrific leg injury suffered at the beginning of the 2011 season, and while I love his game, I hate his team. So I wasn’t too happy about that.

But enough about my gripes (PSYCHE! Those are just getting started…). Here are some other observations from game one of my soon-to-be epic season of fandom:

– Cliff Pennington is going to have a better season than a lot of people realize. By no means does that make the A’s a contender, but he’s a sleeper. Take him late in your fantasy drafts.

– Giants fans continue to amaze me. And not in a good way. There was a group of sober, jersey-wearing Giants fans within ear shot who didn’t even know who most of their team’s players were. This isn’t a statement on their fan base in general, as I have many good friends who are solid, die-hard Giants fans.

– Eric Sogard turned on a Madison Bumgarner (who looked slightly shaky for once) pitch and pulled it down the line for a two-run homer to start the scoring. Boom!

– Josh Donaldson plays a mean third base. Two very nice running, over the shoulder catches in foul territory. His throwing error was Jemile Weeks’ fault at first base. You don’t stretch with your throwing hand, bro.

– I hate to admit it, but damn it if AT&T  Park isn’t pretty. The view of the Bay is so freakin’ awesome.

– That is, until the seagulls started a coordinated flight pattern over the stadium with intent to poop. No joke, the game was forgotten for at least three innings while people dodged flying gull feces. Props to the…rather large woman three rows ahead of me for laying out like Coco Crisp for a fly ball in order to get away from a white and brown bomb flying at her head. Underrated mobility from that lady.

– My goodness, Aubrey Huff is slow. He failed to cut off a ball that was headed for the corner even though it passed him on its way to the wall about eight feet from where he was originally positioned.

– The aforementioned trailer truck (Huff) didn’t help his case, getting gunned at home on a play at the plate early in the game. But a very nice throw from Josh Reddick in right field!

– Santiago Casilla made a relief appearance for the Giants. And I had his jersey on! From when he played on the A’s. Hashtag, awkward. Good thing I had a jacket on to cover the name so I didn’t look like a complete dweeb. Hey, we all make mistakes.

– My buddy, who later fell asleep in his seat (wtf?!) caught a Yoenis Cespedes homer in batting practice. Does this make him the first person to ever catch a BP home run by Cespedes in an American Major League park?! Hang on to that sucker, dude. Might be worth a few bucks in like 30 years.

– Lastly, the Giants did throw up a pretty sweet montage of the city, complete with the Golden Gate Bridge, Coit Tower, and other recognizable monuments. I giggled to myself in my seat, wondering what an A’s version of that would be. Five minutes of a camera circling Jack London Square?

That’s all I have. It was a great time, despite the flying crap and the final score. Can’t wait until next week when I get to see the A’s for the first time in a game that COUNTS in 2012! Until tomorrow, bring an umbrella to San Francisco. ‘Cause that shit cray. Literally.

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Shout Out to Muh Bro’s

February 23, 2012

What an emotional rollercoaster today was. First, I had to wake up after only four hours of sleep with just a Yeti beer and three Smirnoff Ices in my belly. I drove an hour to work. I sat there, staring at my phone and the computer screen, frantically refreshing both.

They said they would tell us the results “sometime this afternoon.” So, as soon as 9:01 a.m. came, it was the afternoon in New York. But I still had to wait three agonizing hours to find out that I was not selected for the MLB Fan Cave. Bummer, right? Except after a moment of shocked silence and an exhale and body slump that just screamed “Dangggggggggg,” I looked at the 30 finalists who did make the cut.

And I couldn’t be more pleased with what I saw. In no particular order:

@itsallyduh: I never knew awesome Giants fans existed until I met you! I hope you rep Bleacher Report like a boss and get it done in Arizona, my radio angel.

@brjeffers13: A closet poet after my own heart – spittin’ rhymes like Tech N9ne, except a way better guy, damn so fly, lookin’ all us Tiny Chatters right in the eye.

@LindsayGuentzel: Speaking of droppin’ lines and spewin’ rhymes, this girl does it way too fine. If there is a rap battle in Arizona, LG’s got this ish in the bag!

@NickHamiltonLA: My Dodger brother. I know you’re gonna take this home for Dodger Nation! Paint that cave blue, homie. I’m so glad the Dodgers have a rep in the Top 30 and none better than you! #Beastmode

@iBlogBetter: Ricardo is the MAN. If you didn’t know that yet, you clearly don’t know what YouTube is. Nut shot extraordinaire, yet he’s still got the stones to recruit Tony Gwynn and Stephen Strasburg for a video.

@kelseyshea11: Where do I even begin? My book-writin’, Whitney-lovin’, rhyme-textin’, squirrel-interviewin’ girl. I love everyone in this group, but I’m surely most disappointed that I won’t get to meet you in person down in the desert.

@shakabrodie: The man with no plan to shave (ever, hopefully). The canvasses that are your obliques gets that inner bromance a-kindling inside of me. I know you’ll bring Brian Wilson-esque energy to that Cave!

@TaylorAHensley: Bikini babe of the Fan Cave! I’m not sure Tiny Chat would have even survived without you. Show ’em how to buckle a batter’s knees with more than just a curveball. Let’s kick it soon, neighb.

@AtTravisMiller: His name is Travi and he’s pretty much a big deal. But really, you’re the complete package. Dancer, singer, debater, actor look-alike, and baseball whiz. Cheers – this one’s for you, buddy.

@CandiedVinegar: I know I’m your favorite, your stars show it. No matter what, I know I can count on you to use that trigger happy clicky finger to make me feel good! By the way, even though he didn’t answer, I know Mitt’s got your back.

And so many more. Apologies to @sharpd06, @brianpasnik, @EddieMata, @siev27, @teammegan, and @RickyMast for not coming up with a clever two-liner. I’m not writing a novel here, although I probably could and probably should. Because you all provided some of the best, funniest and most ridiculous chat moments of them all. And I’m finally out of 140-character prison.

It’s amazing that this kind of thing has happened in just two weeks. And I haven’t yet gotten the chance to give a real high five to any of you. A real hug, or a real handshake. But it will happen. Because we are an FC family and you are all the reason I have absolutely no regrets about this competition.

I may not be seeing you in Arizona, but I solemnly swear to meet every single one of you at some point in our gloriously, baseball-obsessed lives.

Bring on the Cave class of 2013! @Mapes4FanCave, @falconKP, @GODF_TH_R, @RangerfanBrian and @go_go_sirico can I get a big ol’ HELL YEAH?

Congratulations to all of the Top 30! I wish you the best of luck. But come on, readers. You think I went to the trouble of linking all their Twitters into this blog just to be fancy? Click, follow, love and cherish. Thank you.

Until next year, this is @jamblinman, bro-in’ out in style. #TextMeEveryone #ButReally #Peace


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