Another Pitching Score
Nice to see Trevor Cahill signed. He’s only 31 which surprised me. He’s only 1 season removed from a 110 ERA+ in Oakland. Oracle will be kind to his remaining pitching skill set and we DO need reliable starting pitching.
Ok, that’s about as positive as I can be for Bobby Bowden.
Kevin Pillar could not have found a better landing spot than Boston. BoSox fans will go crazy for his defensive wizardry in the outfield and while he won’t be able to replace much that Betts does at the plate he’s going to love banging the ball off that green wall. I will continue to root for him.
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Nice pick-up on Cahill. And agree…I will always root for Pillar wherever he lands.
First catcher/pitcher workout, today, for Los Gigantes. Full squad reports on Sunday with the first full workout on Monday.
Even if our team ends up being a steaming pile of dog shit this year, I will watch. I am ready for some fucking baseball.
PLAY BALL!
watching is definitely on a continuum. A couple innings on the weekends? Or grinding out those late night mid week games from start to finish—on the east coast. Lol. It takes a special type of flapper to be that type of grinder……
I’ll t-up games during the week and weekend. How long I hang on weeknight games will be subjective, as it has been in the past (even when the team was winning), as I am up early (before 5 AM) to get ready for work. Ya know…a Flapper has to have his beauty sleep. 😉
Gail stands to gain the most if Chi slacks off on some of these late night games 🙂
lulz…
hummana hummana hummana…
I’ve got all 3 magazines now. Athlon, Lindy’s, and Street and Smith.
The season is ready to start!
mm Cahill to go with Gausman and Smyly. While poms sucked as an SP last year, Z was able to trade him away and wind up with Dubon. Doubt he has as much luck with this group but we’ll see.
Pillar was one of his better moves. He hit town raking bombs, played hard balls to the wall and became fan fave. No issue with Boch running him out there every day. He gave everything he had.
Z’s fail for 2020 was not finding a solid power hitting corner OF he said he was looking for to replace the 20 bombs Pillar hit. What is plan B if the young OFs can’t match that?
Cahill is just another Z man with no shelf life left.Just once I wish Z would acquire a fully charged baseball player..
agree with Wood. What good is playing 162 and earning the top seed if you just add a bunch of teams who can just get hot and win the WS. I don’t mind the WC format but adding more teams is a bad idea.
The setup now is good.Agree why add more teams and drag the W/S out to Thanksgiving, totally asinine!
The ratings are already low in playoff rounds, no reason to add teams to make them worse..
this isn’t that bad of an idea
Too gimmicky.
Nobody wants to think that much…
text from my dad. A man of few words:
much better my man
positive
bobby
So awesome.
San Dawg nicknamed my dad “Bobby Bowden” during a round of golf together maybe 10 years ago and my dad still signs off on emails and tweets to me with “Bobby”
Does your dad go way back with the Giants?
No. He grew up in Virginia that is where he got his accent that is still just as thick today as it was 50 years ago when he moved out to California
If the new baseball rule is that a pitcher has to face a minimum of 3 batters does it also mean that the pitcher can hit 3 Astro players in a row?
our new back up catcher should be available soon lmao
Did he try and tell the cops,”I’m just getting the most bang for my buck?”
Arrested for jacking off inside your own car gives new, perhaps expansive meaning to the “plain view” 4th amendment doctrine. I smell a writ of certiorari up to the SCOTUS, or SCROTUS, as it were…
I love the fact that I’ve met Flav’s dad and he keeps an eye on the blog.
January 31st was the 4 year anniversary of my dad passing away. I’ve posted about my dad on here a few times over the years. He wasn’t much of a sports fan, but he knew how much I loved sports so he took me to some Giants games growing up and also occasionally to see the Warriors, the A’s, and even a few Sacramento Solons games.
When I was around 15, I bought him a Giants hat for what must have been a birthday or Father’s Day present. It was a stylish hat for the time, an alternative look to the classic on-field hat. That same year—I’m guessing it was 1980—we went on a summer trip to the midwest to visit my dad’s side of the family in Iowa and Minnesota. My siblings were all out of the house by then, so it was just me with my mom and dad in our GMC truck pulling a trailer. I was very pleased to see my dad wore that Giants hat as we made our journey. I loved that he was repping the Giants and wearing a hat that I considered to be cool.
When we were in Minnesota, we set up our trailer at my Aunt Virginia and Uncle Don’s farm and spent time with their family. Among them, were my oldest cousin Jim and his wife Connie. They were probably in their late 20’s then and I could tell my dad had a close bond with both of them. At one point, Connie mentioned that she had a hat collection and that she loved my dad’s hat and asked if he would be nice enough to pass it along to her for her collection. I can’t remember if I voiced my objections publicly or privately, but I definitely was not down with that plan. I loved him wearing that and I didn’t want to see him just give it away to the wife of my cousin who I barely knew. But somehow my dad, as was his way, sold me on the idea that it would be a nice gesture and I grudgingly went along with it.
As the years went by, I didn’t see much of Jim and Connie. They made a brief stop at our house in Woodland a year or two later and in 1987 I visited that farm again on a cross country trip with a college friend. I don’t remember bringing up the hat incident on either visit. But last year, my Aunt Virginia passed away and it was decided that my brother Mark and I would represent our family at the memorial service in August. We had a great trip reconnecting with my dad’s Iowa roots and one night we stayed in a classic farmhouse AirBnB outside Sheldon, Iowa with several of my cousins—including Jim and Connie. One afternoon, we were in the yard having some drinks and shooting the breeze in a beautiful rural setting and I asked Connie if she remembered that deal with the hat. She said she did remember collecting hats and that the incident sounded vaguely familiar, but didn’t specifically remember the hat and had no idea what may have come of it. We had a laugh about it and moved on to other topics and I honestly hadn’t given it another thought since that conversation.
Fast forward to yesterday, where I had a helluva day. As some of you know, I work at a high school as a school counselor and also coach boys’ varsity basketball. I went directly from working my job to setting up the gym, to coaching the JV game as my partner is out of town, to running the clock for the girls game, to announcing the line-ups and honoring my seniors before our game, which went to overtime—where we scratched out a one point win. I was totally gassed as I left campus, but I checked my box on the way out and to my surprise there was a package in there from Connie. I had no idea what could be in the box as she and Jim had literally never mailed me anything in my life. I was so tired and hungry and curious to see about the New Hampshire primary that I really wasn’t even that curious what was inside. But after a while, I grabbed a pocket knife and opened it up. There was some wadded up Christmas wrapping paper in the box and when I got past it, there it was—-the exact same hat I had given my dad roughly 40 years earlier. Wrapped in plastic and in damn good condition! She had a post-it attached to it that simply read “Found it!”
I couldn’t believe it. I still haven’t unwrapped it and put it on. I cried a little bit right then and there, but for some reason it hit me harder this morning when I took another look at it and I broke down pretty good.
I’ll send Flav a picture of that sweet bastard so you can all check it out. Better yet, maybe I’ll wear that sucker to a Flapalooza with all of you at Oracle this season.
Go Giants!
Tremendous story, Dawg!
Would love to see that bad boy in person at a Flapalooza ! …
Thanks for sharing the story, Dawg!
How about the amazing redemption of hat bully Connie?
Goat to hero in 40 years…
Like anything else in this world, it’s only a problem if you get caught…
Thanks so much for sharing Dawg! Cant wait to see it! On that note a road trip for a flapaloosa sounds awesome. Lots of notice needed for us out of towners!
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