08 March 2011
The Giants were on TV last night, live. It was exciting. I dragged my baby into the room to watch with me and pointed at the TV and said "Giants!" She smiled, which I took to mean she understood, although she might have smiled because I said "Giants!" with the excitement in my voice usually reserved for castaways who have found land. Still, I felt she understood what I was saying. She's only been alive for one World Series, and the Giants won it, so there's a special bond there. "Giants!" Another smile. Could I push my luck? "Giants! Pat Burrell! Giants!" More smiles. She seems to understand. "Cody Ross! He used to be a rodeo clown. He hit two homeruns off Roy Halladay in one at-bat! Hey come back!"
Actually, she walked off and, in what may have been the greatest moment of my life that didn't involve Brian Wilson striking somebody out, she picked up a baseball and "threw" it to me. It was like a 48-hopper, but still.
My impressions from watching the Giants live for the first time this season:
-Pablo Sandoval looks like a completely different person. His body transformation is remarkable. I want to know where the rest of him is.
-I called my wife into the room to watch Brandon Belt hit and we had the following conversation:
"But my back hurts and I'm lying on my heating pad."
"I know, but it's Brandon Belt."
"The baby's going to see me and I won't be able to get back to my couch and read without her wanting to follow me...she's being clingy today."
And then he struck out on 3 pitches. Thanks, Brandon.
-Please give Pat Burrell a headset and let him narrate every Giants game. I would pay to watch that.
-I watched the following things happen in a span of like 10 minutes: Jonathan Sanchez throw a ball so low that it almost embedded itself in the dirt. Pablo Sandoval swung at a pitch below his ankles and grounded into a double play. No, people! No! Bad!
-Beating Texas is fun.
I could get used to this Giants on TV thing.
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