The Giant San Francisco Blog

Over the
weekend, I made a trip to the west coast to see some Cardinals-Giants
baseball.  Being my first time in San Francisco, my weekend
was packed just trying to get it all in. 
With so much to see and so many pictures to take, that can only lead to
one thing:  A Giant San Francisco Blog.

 

The City by the Bay

I am a
meticulous travel researcher.  Someday,
when I am less constrained by time and money, I might be one of those travelers
that packs a back and just goes where the road takes me.  No real plan. 
No itinerary.  But, until then, I
plan and plot.  I look for deals and know
my options.  I know how to get where I am
going and do not waste time wondering around. 
Unless, of course, wondering around is the plan.

 

Sometimes
in the research, I see things that seem like nice tidbits, but I only learn of
their significance latter when I am actually onsite.  For example, all of the suggested walking
tours in the Fodor’s Guide to San Francisco, made a point to show the reader
where all the coffee shops were along the way. 
This seemed simply to be a nice touch. 
However, I did not understand how important coffee would be to me in San Francisco. 

 

Every San Francisco travel tip
on the planet includes the advice to dress in layers because the temperature
can change quickly.  I took this advice
to heart.  I hate to be cold.  So, layers I packed, and layers I wore.  At Saturday night’s game, I wore two long-sleeved
t-shirts, a #4 Molina jersey, a thick hooded sweatshirt, a Cardinals therma
base jacket, two pairs of gloves and another rain coat that I wrapped around my
legs.  Yet, it was not enough to ward off
the San Francisco
chill.

 

Enter
coffee, my new best friend. There were only three times I was not cold in San Francisco:  the rare moments when the sun was out, when I
was walking (which was often) and when I was drinking coffee. 

 

Forget
the beer and soda at the ballpark.  Give
me a piping hot coffee that I can cradle in my hands and try to wrap my body
around.  The highs were in the 60s and
lows in the 50s, but I will be darned if was not the coldest 50 or 60 degrees I
have ever experienced.  I have spent
warmer days skiing.

 

Still,
the city is fabulous.  The hills.  The cable cars.  The wharf. 
The bay.  The food.  The people-watching is among the best in the
world.  The city is a melting pot of
cultures and lifestyles.  In San Francisco, you can
walk down the street and see every type of person you could imagine.  And, probably a few that a Midwest
girl could not.

Here are
some scenes from San Francisco.

After getting checked in, I enjoyed lunch at Il Caffe at Union Square.  

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I felt very urban eating my lunch in the sunshine that I would find fleeting throughout the weekend.  

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There were modern dancers performing.  

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There were pigeons pillaging.  

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There were shopping opportunities…although probably not for me. 

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I would love a little something in the signature blue box, but once again, my disposable income was allocated to baseball.  A girl has to stick to her priorities.

I rode the iconic Cable Cars:

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And, took pictures along the way…




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The Cable Car brought me to Fisherman’s Wharf, where I found sea lions lounging.  They look quiet, but actually sound like a kennel of barking dogs.  Actually, they reminded me of dogs, laying their “puppy piles” and playing with each other.

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The birds seem to do pretty well on San Francisco Bay.  This one looks very fat:

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My first foggy glimpse of the Golden Gate Bridge:

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My afternoon adventure was sailing on the Alma, a flat-bottomed schooner built in 1891 that has sailed the bay her whole life.

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Here are the sails I helped hoist (one of the few times I was warm).  They said the boat could be sailed with only a crew of three.  All I can say is the three must be freakishly strong.  

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Here is a picture taken off the bow of the Alma of a sailboat cruising past Alcatraz:

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I fully
meant to walk across the Golden
Gate Bridge,
but ran out of time.  The closest I came
was a view from a point near Fisherman’s Wharf. 
I saw a trail heading up a hill. 
It looked like I could get above the wharf buildings for a better view
of the bridge.  When I reached the
overlook, I was not high enough, so I trudged onward and upward.

 

When it
comes to hiking up hills I have learned it is always best to keep going.  No matter how slow the pace must, just keep
putting one foot in front of the other, because if you stop, it is too hard to
start again.  There is probably some life
lesson in that somewhere.

 

My effort
was rewarded by my body finally being warm and the following view:

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The Ballpark on the Bay

 

Shuttling
into downtown from the airport, I got my first look at AT&T Park. 

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Banners lined the streets promoting this
year’s theme, “Let’s Play”.  They were
fun:

 

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 Cy Young?  Which one?  

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 The banner says Molina.  The motto is very much Sandoval. PlayMolina.jpgPlayRowand.jpg

   And, finally the closer…   

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I was
anxious to get to the ballpark on Friday. 
I wanted to walk around the outside of the park and take pictures.  I was greeted by Willie Mays:

 

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Around
the backside, there are several bronze milestone markers imbedded in the
sidewalk near McCovey’s cove.

 

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I expect
that soon they will by adding a new one for Randy Johnson’s 300th
career win. 

That
brought me to the Marina Gate: 

 

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Where you
could enter after arriving in this:

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And,
parking it here:

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How cool
would that be?

 

There
were more nods to Giants history.  A
statue of Orlando Cepada and plaques honoring Giants of the past.  AT&T Ballpark does an excellent job of
honoring the team history and making it feel like the Giants have always played
here.

Yes, the Garlic Fries Live Up to the Hype

Besides the coffee necessary to ward off hypothermia, the ballpark has lots of great food.  The first thing I searched for were the garlic fries.  I found them here.

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The fries were all they were cracked up to be…if you like garlic….a lot.  I do, so I enjoyed.  If do not like garlic, you may not like AT&T Park.  Even if you do not order the garlic fries, the stadium reeks of the smell of garlic.  No vampires here.

 

At the second game, I had a hot dog that was pretty basic, but good.  On Sunday, I treated myself to a Cha-Cha bowl, which includes black beans, rice and jerk chicken topped with pineapple salsa.  It was my favorite!

 

Giant Baseball Fans

I like them.  They were into the game.  Loud, at times.  They were knowledgeable and enjoyed the good close games.   I wore my Cardinals gear.  Took and gave some very good-natured ribbing, but never at any time did I feel uncomfortable. 

 

They told me stories of Candlestick Park and how much colder it was there (I cannot imagine.)  There were stories of Barry Bonds homeruns, taking the ferry to the game and how much they hate the Dodgers. 

 

Of course, I am a respectful fan when I am visitor, and I know that helps.  Once, I did cheer loudly and obnoxiously, punching my fist in a “you’re out” sign, when Yadier Molina caught Fred Lewis stealing 2nd.  He was out by a mile.  I yelled, “That’s my Molina!”  However, the Giants fans were too busy groaning and yelling at Lewis and the umpire to notice.

 

Then, there is always the non-fans at the game.  People that just go because it’s something to do.  Or, someone gave them tickets.  On Saturday, a young couple sat next to me and spent seven innings cuddled-up discussing their relationship. 

 

Seriously?  Two Cy Young pitchers are on the mound and this guy thinks this is a good time to talk about how he does not have a job, but was still looking for work here.  He may have to go back to Michigan, but he really did like her.  Maybe, they could find a way to make it work.  Her body language said that she was all into him as he put his are around her and pulled her to him.  Gag.

 

Or, maybe, it was just cold.  How could you be all into a loser without a job who (even worse) does not get baseball?  What kind of man discusses his feelings during a baseball game?  No real man, that’s for sure.  She could do better.  Anyone could.  Secretly, I think she was hoping that his moving back to Michigan could be her out pitch.  If she knew what an out pitch was, that is.  I  went to make a coffee run and thankfully they were gone when I came back. 


Warming Up

It turns
out on Friday’s they open the park an hour earlier than normal so that fans can
watch Giants batting practice.  This was
my first view of the field.

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The
starting pitchers were getting ready to take their BP.  Here is a shot of Lincecum, Zito, Sanchez and
Johnson.  Maybe, San Franciscans are used
to it by now, but how cool is it to be able to take a picture of three Cy Young
winners…all together…in the same uniform? 

 

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Here
Randy Johnson practices laying down a bunt as Tim Lincecum looks on.

 

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I
wondered how many times Randy Johnson has practiced bunting in his long
career.  I wondered what Lincecum would
be doing at Johnson’s age. 

 

In
talking with a local the next day, Randy Johnson’s name came up.  The San Franciscan was complaining about the
acquisition.  Things like, “paying him a
lot of money for what?…he’s not what he once was…grumble….grumble.”

 

In
thinking about it later, I wondered who the guy thought they should have in the
rotation instead of Johnson? 
Seriously.  He is not the pitcher
he once was, but he is still better than most. 
In addition, he brings leadership and experience to a very young
talented pitching staff.  And, he sells
tickets.  This may be his last
season.  He is chasing win #300.  People will turn out to see him.  I was disappointed that I would miss
him.  Although, I did not want him to get
#300 against my Cardinals. 

 

After the
pitchers finished batting practice, the Giants did something that you do not
often witness in Major League Baseball, they took infield.

 

Watching
a major league team take infield is like watching a beautifully choreographed
ballet.  The movement.  The symmetry. The rhythm.  The dance. The fun.  

Pablo Sandoval tags out an imaginary runner trying to get back to first base:

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Here
Bengie Molina prepares for infield practice. 
He wearing a very serious game face…

 

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…until
Pablo Sandoval comes along.  I love watching
Sandoval.  He plays like a big kid.  Always full of energy and quick with a
smile.  His joy is contagious, as you can
see here as he leans in for a fist bump, before heading to first.

 

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The
Giants program contained a great article by Jeff Fletcher on the Venezuelan
native, Sandoval.  He learned to hit with
his brother pitching a tape ball because they could not afford baseballs.  A tape ball breaks crazily, but Sandoval
learned to hit it.  This makes him a
challenge for pitchers now because he seems able to get the barrel of the bat
on most anything thrown somewhere in the vicinity of the plate.

 

In the
article two players were quoted regarding Sandoval:

 

Barry
Zito: “He just goes out there and plays the game like a kid.  He has a good time.”

 

Bengie
Molina:  “If you grew up where he grew
up, that’s pressure.  When you get a bat
in your hand and step up to the plate and try to hit a ball, it’s not as much
pressure as you think.  I think our lives
in general [in Latin America] gave us a lot of
pressure.  This is just a game you try to
play.  That’s how he sees it.  It’s just a game, and he’s having a lot of
fun.”

 

And then,
there was Sandoval on Sandoval:  “I love
this game.  I just go play for fun.  I just go on the field and help my teammates,
give 100 percent for the fans.  We play
for the fans.  I just want to be happy.”

 

Oh, if we
all could approach our jobs with that attitude! 
All this talk about having fun on the field reminds me of a Cardinal for
whom the field has become more of a mine field than a play ground.

 

That
would be the Cardinals’ shortstop, Khalil Greene, who was placed on the DL due
to what they are calling “anxiety”.  Joe Strauss’ May 31st St. Louis Post Dispatch article says the following 

Greene compares the condition to someone with a fear of heights suddenly perched
on a 10th-story ledge.

“You become dizzy or feel ill. But you can pull
yourself off the ledge and come inside,” Greene said. “When I’m in the game I
can’t get off the ledge. The feeling doesn’t go away.”

 

What a
contrast between the two infielders. 
Sandoval, perhaps feeling like a kid skipping school to go play on the
sandlot, while Greene feels like he is standing on the edge of an abyss that
will swallow him if he fails. 

 

I wish
that we could send Greene to hang out with Sandoval for a couple weeks.  Perhaps, Sandoval could pitch him some tape
balls, and Greene could find within himself the pure joy that comes from
playing this game like a big kid.

 

What a Minute, I Thought this was a Cardinals Blog?

And, it is.  Enough on the Giants. 

During
the Giants batting practice, the Cardinals started to appear, then the media:

Former
Cardinals pitcher and Fox Sports commentator, Al Hrabosky (aka The Mad Hungarian chats with Cardinals
hitting coach, Hal McRae.  Hrabosky and
McRae were teammates at Kansas City in 1978-1979. 

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Then,
good old Mike Shannon.  Former Cardinals
third baseman and radio voice of the Cardinals on KTRS.  It’s always fun to listen to Mike Shannon
call the game.

 

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Then
there were interviews and such.  So, many
distractions for players.  Fan wanting
autographs.  Reporters wanting a word.  I wonder how players learn to tune out the
sound of their own name being shouted by fans trying to get their
attention.  They have to or they would
only sign autographs and never be ready by game time.

 

Our Cy
Young is Better Than Your Cy Young pitc
her

 

At least
one of them anyway.  The Cardinals Chris
Carpenter faced off against the Giants Barry Zito in Saturdays game.  It would be the one game the Cardinals would
win.  It seemed like Carpenter might
leave the game with a loss or a no-decision, but the Cardinals rallied for some
runs in Carpenter’s last inning.

Here are pictures of Carpenter and Zito:

Pitching coach, Dave Duncan, watches with an eagle-eye as Chris Carpenter warms up:

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As does Zito under the watchful eye of his pitching coach:

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 It was such a treat to see Carpenter deal:

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The
Return of the Cleanup Hitter

 

Ryan
Ludwick is finally off the DL.  

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His bat has been sorely missed both in term of production and protection.  His return seemed to be all Albert Pujols needed
to get his bat going, homering twice in Saturday’s game. 

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Brendan
Ryan, Oh How I Underestimated You!


Brendan Ryan starts a double play:

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Ryan takes a high one…

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As I watched Brendan Ryan last year, I do not remember being overly impressed.  Sure, I loved his enthusiasm.  I loved his speed.  I loved how hard he played.  I just do not remember thinking, “Wow”, in the way I have this year.

Ryan has taken the opportunity to play every day by the horns.  He has made stellar defensive plays. He has taken good at bats and hit very well during this series.  I always saw him in the utility role, but perhaps his is an everyday player after all.

He has been effective and a real asset.  However, occasionally, his speed and enthusiasm do get the best of him.  A case in point is illustrated by the series of photos:

Brendan Ryan thinks about stealing second:

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He goes and he is safe, just avoiding the tag…

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….but his momentum takes him past the bag


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…where he is tagged out, and he knows it…

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He sooooo knows it…
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And, he just cannot believe it….

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Still, he had a great series in San Francisco.

All Things Molina

I believe
I have written this before.  I fell in
love with the St. Louis Cardinals the moment Yadier Molina hit that homerun
against the Mets scoring the runs that would bring home the 2006 National
League Pennant.  It awakened in me a
passion for this game of baseball that I did even realize I possessed.

 

Subsequently,
I have come to appreciate the Cardinal catcher’s outstanding defense, which
was recognized last year by a long over-due Gold Glove.  Guess you have to hit over .300 to get
recognized for your defense, huh?

 

I love
watching great catching, so Yadier Molina is a joy.  One night last year, the Cardinals game was
over, but I needed more baseball.  It was
late.  West coast games to choose
from.  Hmm….I wonder how Bengie Molina
compares to his brother?  Giants game, it
is.

 

Thus, a
nightly ritual began of falling asleep to the Giants game.  Not that they are boing.  They just play really late.  The Giants will be playing on the East coast
this weekend, which really screws up my world.

 

I have
come to appreciate Bengie Molina as I did his brother Yadier, and I should also
confess to sometimes catching a bit of a Yankees game when Jose Molina is
behind the plate.  Three brothers.  Three catchers.  Three major league ballplayers.  What are the odds?

 

I was
fascinated by the two brothers facing off this weekend.  Especially because of the nature of the role
they play calling the pitches to get the other out.  Surely, they have the best scouting report
ever on each other.  You might think that
they would not want to be too hard on the other, being family and all.  But, then again, they are brothers.  Is there any relationship that is more
competitive? 

 

I took
lots of pictures because it was just cool seeing one behind the plate and other
in the box.

 

Here Yadier watches Bengie take batting practice:

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 And, hang out around the cage in between turns…

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They are joined by fellow countryman, Jose Oquendo…


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 …and watch Sandoval in the cage.

 

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Others come up later and I start to realize what a fraternity major league baseball is.  I suppose, it might bother some fans to see players so friendly with members of the opposing team.  And I suppose, it was not always that way back in the days before free agency when more players played for the same team their whole career.

Now, players are connected by country, college, winter ball, the minor league days and former teams.  Players move around, yet the friendships remain.  The brotherhood I saw on the field went beyond blood.  

Again, this might bother some who think hating the other team is critical to competing.  But, really “hating to lose” is the only hate that is required.  And, losing to your brother is the worst.


In the pre-game warmups the brothers were like mirrors.  Bengie warming up Matt Cain on his side of the field…

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 …and Yadier warming up Joel Pineiro on his side.

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 I like the old school bull pen mounds at AT&T Park.  It nice to really be able to watch pitchers warm up.


Later, the brothers met at the plate.

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As Yadier stood in and Bengie laid down the fingers, I wondered if it is trickier calling a game against your brother.  Do you get in each others head?  Like, I would normally call a fast ball, but he knows that I would, so maybe I should call a slider, but what if he knows that I know that he knows….until your head hurts.  

Or, is it really just the same as everything else: work to your pitcher’s strengths, mix your pitches and hope your pitcher does not leave anything too juicy over the plate.

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Later, Bengie stood in the batter’s box, while Yadier figured out what to call.  

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Pineiro gets the sign and throws the ball….

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….right at Bengie Molina’s leg.  

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It was the one time a batter was hit by a pitch that I was 99.9% sure it was unintentional.  And, I was 100% sure that Bengie was not going to go charge the mound.  But, I did wonder what Yadier would have done if he had.  Typically, the catcher rushes to the pitchers defense, often tackling the batter.  I wondered if Yadier would have let Bengie get in a couple of swings before going out to get him.


I am sure Bengie has a bruise to show for it.  Just one of many that a catcher gets in a days work.  Fortunately, he was able to stay in the game.



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Sometimes when you are taking hundreds of random pictures, it is funny the ones you run across that capture similar moments.  


Here are complimentary pictures of Yadier and Bengie with the umpire.  In both, they seem to be taking an aggressive posture toward the umpire, which goes to prove that sometimes pictures lie.

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Here Yadier looks toward second base.  I wonder if he is thinking of stealing on his brother.  Think of the ribbing for years to come.  Whatever Bengie might throw at Yadier, the come back could be, “Yeah, but I stole second on you.”  Which would like coax the response, “You stole it on the pitcher, not me.”

But, he did not go.

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Sunday was a day game after a Saturday night game.  After both Molinas caught on Saturday night, I knew it likely that one or both would get the day off.  So, I was not surprised to see Bengie Molina’s name missing from the cleanup spot.


However, it is pretty much a given that Bengie never gets a whole game off.  At some point there will be a pinch hit opportunity with runners in scoring position, and it will be likely that he will come through.


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As he did here, hitting a sacrifice fly, scoring Sandoval.

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Bengie stayed in the game.  Yadier came up to bat in the bottom of the 9th with two outs.  In Bengie’s at bat, he hit a pop up to the backstop.  I think they might be discussing where it went here.  Yadier did not have a play on it as he did when he put Bengie out on a P-2 the night before.

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Yadier stands in as the last Cardinal hope.

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Bengie is smiling here, as if perhaps he knows something Yadier does not….

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Like how to entice his younger brother into a very rare strikeout

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Sliding Home

 

You know
you have the baseball bug bad, when everything reminds you of baseball.  As I passed through the Denver airport on my way home, I noticed the
cities that the other planes were headed to. 
Chicago.  Surely the Cubs or the White Sox are in
town.  Kansas City. 
I wonder if I will see Grienke on the mound there in a few weeks.  Las
Vegas.  Hmmm…no
MLB, but there is a Triple-A team there. 
Seattle.  A thought…never seen Griffey play in
person. 

 

But the
hardest gate to walk past was the one that said “St. Louis”. 
The Cardinals are at Busch tonight. 
If I hopped the plane and took the link downtown, I could probably just
make it in time to see Wellemeyer take the mound.  For all that I loved AT&T Park,
there is really nothing like a home game at Busch Stadium.

 

But, I
kept walking on to my Oklahoma City
gate, and I was not too sad.  For
although I will not find the Cardinals there, the next best closest thing is
coming to town:  The Memphis
Redbirds.  

7 Comments

Kathy – I don’t know if you read Bengie’s blog but his brother surprised him by flying their mother in for the game! Their dad died last year and with Bengie struggling lately his brother thought it would be a good thing. Great pictures!

Julia
http://werbiefitz.mlblogs.com/

Had the shutterbug fever! I know the feeling, sometimes I have to put the camera away and just enjoy the surroundings without wanting to take pictures. You got some good ones. Hope the trip was great as it looked great. So where exactly in Oklahoma are you living? I will be passing through there on the way to St. Louis this weekend and wanted to see what side of the state you were on and if possible stop in and say hey! Even though the Rocks-Cards will be playing each other we can still be friends : )
Tom
http://rockymountainway.mlblogs.com

Hey Kathy!
I actually found your blog reading Bengie’s blog. You really do a great job writing, so I’ll be following you too! I live in St. L and am a huge Cardinal and Yadi fan. I really loved the brother pics! Great job! :D
Terri

Great photos! Now I REALLY want to go to San Fran! Not sure I am going to get there this year… :O( Someday…

Jenn
http://philliesphollowers.mlblogs.com/

Kathy- What an awesome entry! You took some pretty amazing photos and a lot of them! Your pictures of the city were absolutely beautiful. I’m eager to see the Cardinals play the Rockies in this upcoming series!
Emily
http://deconstructingthoughts.mlblogs.com/

What a great entry, as much of a huge baseball fan as I am, everytime I read your entries it just ignites my passion even more to go see as many games as I can. Absolutely love the pictures as well! Now, how to sneak out of work to go see a daygame :)

Glad to hear you enjoyed the garlic fries! I usually think that I am a thorough planner, but I must have missed the stuff about weather – when we went to S.F. in July 2000, we were totally unprepared for how cold it can be! The souvenir shops near Fisherman’s Wharf were doing quite a brisk business in sweatshirts, with both of us among the customers.
Sue
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