Unbranded; without a registered trademark.

 

Vida Blue put his honorary 2010 ring up for auction, (hopefully a lifetime of béisbol memorabilia clogged his shelf-space, not something more desperate).

Closing bid: $18,678.

Ann Killion, reputable purveyor of hard truths:

Here’s a bulletin for all of you who thought that being a Giants fan was all garlic fries and panda hats; that it only meant dressing in costume, attending parades and cataloging championship moments.
What you’re experiencing right now is normal. The old normal.
This is what Giants fans who existed before 2010 are accustomed to - a slow drag through September, a wishful hope for next year. The difference is, two world championships in three seasons should be more than enough fuel to get through 55 relatively meaningless games.

Ann Killion, reputable purveyor of hard truths:

Here’s a bulletin for all of you who thought that being a Giants fan was all garlic fries and panda hats; that it only meant dressing in costume, attending parades and cataloging championship moments.

What you’re experiencing right now is normal. The old normal.

This is what Giants fans who existed before 2010 are accustomed to - a slow drag through September, a wishful hope for next year. The difference is, two world championships in three seasons should be more than enough fuel to get through 55 relatively meaningless games.

Hey Giants Nation. 
Feelin’ down about B-Dubs?
Yeah. Must sting.
I know that feeling. I remember, back through the mists of time, when a douchecanoe from Los Angeles leveraged all those good feelings from a World Series win into an endorsement for a corrupt machine politician, who would then go on to pimp our fair city to the highest bidder.
It was especially precious because the aforementioned attention whore didn’t actually care one way or the other. He just couldn’t resist the fucking camera.
I’m not saying I’m more bitter; I’m just saying I’ve been bitter longer.

Hey Giants Nation.

Feelin’ down about B-Dubs?

Yeah. Must sting.

I know that feeling. I remember, back through the mists of time, when a douchecanoe from Los Angeles leveraged all those good feelings from a World Series win into an endorsement for a corrupt machine politician, who would then go on to pimp our fair city to the highest bidder.

It was especially precious because the aforementioned attention whore didn’t actually care one way or the other. He just couldn’t resist the fucking camera.

I’m not saying I’m more bitter; I’m just saying I’ve been bitter longer.

Who is your favorite Giant to watch? 

"Buster Posey, obviously. It feels like we’re in the fever dream of a six-year-old playing pretend baseball with his Transformers, and Posey is the Optimus Prime figure that gets every big hit."
-Grant Brisbee

Who is your favorite Giant to watch?

"Buster Posey, obviously. It feels like we’re in the fever dream of a six-year-old playing pretend baseball with his Transformers, and Posey is the Optimus Prime figure that gets every big hit."

-Grant Brisbee

"Back home, they would have put me in jail for what I’m doing. Here, they’re giving me awards."
-Casino, 1995

"Back home, they would have put me in jail for what I’m doing. Here, they’re giving me awards."

-Casino, 1995

More Thoughts on Buster Posey

acordova:

We now have more information on the severity of Buster Posey’s injury: fractured left fibula and severely sprained ligaments in his ankle. Posey’s injury will require surgery, and while the team is hesitant to say Posey will miss the remainder of the 2011 season, he will be out for 6-8 weeks, at the very minimum.

Buster Posey is broken. He has youth on his side, but this is not good.

I want to reiterate what I said earlier: I don’t think Scott Cousins did anything dirty or wrong, at least not according to the rulebook. It was a clean, hard-nosed play, and if roles were reversed, I would expect Posey or any other Giants player to plow right through the opposing catcher. That’s baseball; that’s how the game is played.

But does it have to be?

This morning on KNBR, Duane Kuiper, former Major League second baseman for the Cleveland Indians and the San Francisco Giants, gave a great example of how previous baseball rules were changed in an effort to protect middle infielders:

Listen, this is a very sensitive issue for me because I got blown up at second base at least three times a week. And in those days, there weren’t a lot of rules: You could go out of the baseline, you could come in standing up. I mean, you could literally almost throw a punch going into second. And they changed the rules. And they made it a lot safer now for middle infielders. Why? Because they want to keep the players on the field. And I think Major League Baseball should take a very serious look at this, because the game has changed. Anybody who says “Well ya’ know, it’s old school,” well that’s a bunch of crap.

Every time I see the video of Pete Rose demolishing Ray Fosse in the 1970 All-Star Game, I think about how Fosse was never the same after that. When I have nightmares of Carlos Santana’s knee hyperextending after a crash at home plate last year, I wake up screaming about moving him to first base. Even in 2006 when Prince Fielder collided with then Giants catcher Todd Greene and separated his shoulder, I knew it was hard baseball but it still didn’t feel right.

Maybe it just didn’t hit home until now.

Believe it or not, baseball is not a contact sport. So why is the area around home plate a combat zone? First base is a force out, and you can’t crash into second or third, so why is home plate the complete opposite of how the rest of the game is played?

It’s not very often, if ever, that I agree or will quote Tim McCarver, but despite my earlier hyperbolic statements, I think it may be time for Major League Baseball to at least take a look at the McCarver Rule.

Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack.

I don’t care if I never get back.

Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack.

I don’t care if I never get back.

"He was part of the 25-man World Series roster and has the unusual  distinction of being credited with appearing in the World Series with  neither a plate appearance nor play in the field.[4] In the eighth inning of Game 2, the left-handed-hitting Fontenot was  announced as a pinch-hitter with the Giants leading the Rangers, 6–0.  The Rangers replaced their right-handed pitcher with a left-hander,  prompting the Giants to replace Fontenot with the right-handed Aaron  Rowand. Rowand tripled. Fontenot did not appear in another game in the  World Series which the Giants won in five games.[5]”

"He was part of the 25-man World Series roster and has the unusual distinction of being credited with appearing in the World Series with neither a plate appearance nor play in the field.[4] In the eighth inning of Game 2, the left-handed-hitting Fontenot was announced as a pinch-hitter with the Giants leading the Rangers, 6–0. The Rangers replaced their right-handed pitcher with a left-hander, prompting the Giants to replace Fontenot with the right-handed Aaron Rowand. Rowand tripled. Fontenot did not appear in another game in the World Series which the Giants won in five games.[5]

SFWeekly on Gloating 101:

… we’re still fairly new at this gloating thing, evidenced by a  group of Giants fans — calling themselves F*ck Yeah! SHUT UP! — who  plan to fly a plane over Dodger Stadium today with a banner that reads: “Giants 2010 Champs: BEAT LA.”
This could go down as one of the boldest gloats in sports history,  but it could still be better. Here are a few other ideas for the banner  that could work — or instigate a civil war in California.
Dodger fans: you’re not #Winning 
Aren’t California divorce laws a bitch? (Or: Jamie McCourt never loved the Dodgers)
Kempwood just doesn’t have the same ring as Mannywood 
It doesn’t work when you all wear thongs
I can see the smog of Orange County from up here
This plane will leave in the 6th inning with Dodger fans
Tommy Lasorda is turning in his grave… Wait, he’s not dead yet?
In-N-Out’s stock is plummeting now that Panda’s on a diet 
Pat Burrell has slept with more women than Mickey Rourke 
Timmy said NorCal has better weed than you do, and he would know
Zito would be your opening day starter — and bat 8th

SFWeekly on Gloating 101:

… we’re still fairly new at this gloating thing, evidenced by a group of Giants fans — calling themselves F*ck Yeah! SHUT UP! — who plan to fly a plane over Dodger Stadium today with a banner that reads: “Giants 2010 Champs: BEAT LA.”

This could go down as one of the boldest gloats in sports history, but it could still be better. Here are a few other ideas for the banner that could work — or instigate a civil war in California.

Dodger fans: you’re not #Winning

Aren’t California divorce laws a bitch? (Or: Jamie McCourt never loved the Dodgers)

Kempwood just doesn’t have the same ring as Mannywood

It doesn’t work when you all wear thongs

I can see the smog of Orange County from up here

This plane will leave in the 6th inning with Dodger fans

Tommy Lasorda is turning in his grave… Wait, he’s not dead yet?

In-N-Out’s stock is plummeting now that Panda’s on a diet

Pat Burrell has slept with more women than Mickey Rourke

Timmy said NorCal has better weed than you do, and he would know

Zito would be your opening day starter — and bat 8th

Miguel Tejada is our new shortstop.
:I
I’ve never been a vocal Sabean-hater, but $6.5 million seems like an awful lot for a 37 year-old.
As a San Franciscan, I’m new at the whole  retaining-your-World-Championship-Team-in-the-offseason thing,  so I’m unfamiliar with the protocol. But along with an  exodus of players  cashing out on their ring (Uribe) shouldn’t there also be a  countervailing wave of athletes who want to play for a championship team?  Where’s the guy who’ll take any salary hit for a taste of  champagne in November before he hangs up his cleats?
Or are we really just rooting for the laundry? How naïve am I? is what I guess I’m asking.

Miguel Tejada is our new shortstop.

:I

I’ve never been a vocal Sabean-hater, but $6.5 million seems like an awful lot for a 37 year-old.

As a San Franciscan, I’m new at the whole retaining-your-World-Championship-Team-in-the-offseason thing, so I’m unfamiliar with the protocol. But along with an  exodus of players cashing out on their ring (Uribe) shouldn’t there also be a countervailing wave of athletes who want to play for a championship team? Where’s the guy who’ll take any salary hit for a taste of champagne in November before he hangs up his cleats?

Or are we really just rooting for the laundry? How naïve am I? is what I guess I’m asking.

Buster Posey Wins NL Rookie of the Year

acordova:

After Andres Torres got snubbed for the NL Gold Glove award, I was afraid Buster would get overlooked for Rookie of the Year. Lets take a look at the votes.

Buster Posey, San Francisco Giants: 20 first-place votes, 9 second-place votes, 2 third place votes. 129 total.
Jason Heyward, Atlanta Braves: 9 first-place votes, 20 second-place votes, 2 third place votes. 107 total.

Buster Posey, National League Rookie of the Year.  HANDS. DOWN. ROOOOKIIIIIIEEE OFFFFFFF THE YEEEEAAAAR!!!!!”

Never in doubt.

Fixed.

ladymisskate:

2010 SF Giants World Series win, as seen through the eyes of Finnerty’s NYC, ground zero for East Coast Giants fans.

BEST. REACTION. VIDEO. EVER.

Viewing instructions:

  1. Turn down the lights.
  2. Turn up the volume.
  3. Set view to full screen.
  4. Watch without scrubbing forward all the way up to 2:11.

The person who touches the screen? That’s what I did.