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Opening Day Diary
Los Gigantes Home Opener 4/9/11
I had my real world job to perform during Opening Day last Friday. Lucky for me, RT had the day off. He agreed to do a running diary during the game. My thoughts are in italics under his.
11:58am: Beer numero uno.
Lucky ******* sitting on his couch while I try to sneak glances at the Television.
12:17pm: Ray Ratto is wearing a hideous sweater.
It is almost to the point where Ratto is like Craig Sager. I can’t wait to see what he is wearing. If Ratto ever wears a yellow corduroy sweater, my head will explode.
12:35pm: Bull Neukom’s sport coat is older than Willie Mays and uglier than Amy G.
Agreed.
12:37pm: Beer Numero dos.
Really? You have the day off and you are on a 39 minute per beer pace. It takes no talent to go at your best speed at a high speed. I am disappointed in my brother at the moment.
12:40pm. I wish I had tickets. My *** won’t leave the couch for the next 3 hours.
Make that 4 hours and 24 minutes.
12:47pm: Oh God, Renel.
Now batting….Barrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry Boooonnnnnnnds (ear bleeding levels).
12:52 pm: Ashley (girlfriend) is home for lunch. I offer her a beer and she declines. Beer numero tres.
I would have tried sex. Good to see RT finished the 2nd beer at 15 minutes. Beer pace lowered to 27 minutes per beer. I am still disappointed.
12:55 pm: Train? Really? Bands Before games are lame.
If Train performing before an opener was the punishment for winning the World Series, I don’t know if it is worth it.
Los Gigantes enter the field from Center. I hope this becomes a new tradition.
I think RT is drunk off 2 ½ beers. The time stamps have disappeared.
Brian Wilson is the man. “Cooperstown wanted this ball. I told them no. They can have our players but not this ball.”
#WorldseriesWinning
Nice tribute to Brian Stow with a Beat LA chant. Love it.
If Brian Stow does not recover, does he get a patch? I vote yes.

Brian Wilson runs out to center to raise the championship banner. Is it over the top? Maybe, but it is complete awesomeness. I have Goosebumps.
Brian Wilson will be a professional wrestler before he becomes a Ninja Action Movie Star.
Game Time:
How pissed is Tony LaRussa? He had to stand on the field for almost an hour. There are ceremonies for each of the weekend games as well. A Gigante may get plunked to send a message to Los Gigantes management to tame down the pre-game ceremonies.
-Top 1: Jonathon Sanchez starts the game with a 4 pitch walk. He’ll come back n strike out the side. That is the Sanchez we all know and love.
Poor Bochy. I think Sanchez has taken years off his life. We have inning stamps!
Top 2: Uhhh, Huff in the outfield. When is Ross Back? Dammit, 1-0 Cardinals.
If Belt sticks, Huff will be out there next year as well. What happened to the best athlete on the team?
Bottom 2: Pablo takes two pitches (balls), I pitch a tent, Pablo swings at the next pitch (ball), I lose my tent, Pablo with a base hit, and the tent is re-pitched.
I understand completely. Where is the cerveza update? I am kind of living through you at the moment.
Top 3: Uggg, Huff again.
U.G.L.Y. This is becoming a real problem.
Bottom 3: WOOOOOOOOOOHHHOOOO (Tejada bomb).
And Tejada becomes the Statue to hit a home run in the Big Leagues. Why is his home run trot appear so fast, but he looks so slow on everything else?
Hell yeah, Jonathon Sanchez with a double.
Boom, Freddy Sanchez with his own double.
Double-Double! Can I trademark the “in-N-out” offense?
Top 5: Jonathon Sanchez is settled. He looks good. Burrell makes a great catch as he crashes into the wall.
Ummm, what happened to the 4th inning?
Bottom 5: I stopped counting beers but there are only 2 Coronas left.
Fail to Prepare, Prepare to Fail
The lapses in time are explained!
Top 6: Once again Sanchez can’t get through 6. The long first did him in.
He averaged 5.8 innings per start last year. You know what you’re getting.
Bottom 6: Everytime Burrell is up I think he is going to go deep. 30 seconds later: Boom, Burrell goes El Centro.
Belt hits his 1st MLB double! Put him in the Hall!
Whenever I think about Burrell, I think about him defecating on some girl’s living room because she passed out and couldn’t get with Pat The Bat.
Belt goes into the hall in 2032. Book it.
Top 7: Affeldt looks unhittable.
Welcome back 20.09 Version. 20.10 Version was put in the recycle bin.
Top 8: Home Depot doing more on defense, yeah Pablo!
I guess RT finished his all the beer. I do not get it.
Top 9: Wilson time. That beard has so much amazing inside.
It is so dense it can even support rust.
What is that tattoo on Yadier Molina’s neck. A camera shot zoomed in but I cannot figure it out.
I am not sure what it is, but I know what it signifies: I am a professional athlete. I do what I want. I will never have to rely on anyone else for employment.
Walk, infield single and now a HBP to Jon Jay. This is turning into a typical Wilson save. I feel a mini ulcer forming.
Kaz Matusi at the plate….errr Ryan Theriot doing his best impression.
Mother Eff’er (Theriot singles in two. 5-4 Cardinals).
That’s not how the Matsui at bat ended last year.
Bottom 9: Great, Rowand is hitting for Huff, stupid defensive replacement. I mean, great job A-Row!
Panda comes through!!! Bonus Baseball!
It feels strange to feel confident in Rowand. I think this happens every April and May. By June I will completely forget this feeling and loathe his at bats.
Top 11: Oh boy, only Runzler left. He dominates.
I have man crushes on lefty relievers who have filthy stuff. It may be a fetish.
Bottom 11: Torres hits a leadoff double. Go start. Free 90 feet? Thank you very much. Lets go F.Sanchee. Here is the 5 infielder defense. Get her in the air. F.Sanchee out. Rowand has a chance to be the hero two years in a row.
At this point, I got off work and went to the bar. I could no longer handle ESPN Gamecast. See, I need an ipad and Slingbox in my life. Wow, Great play Allan Craig.
Intentional walks to Posey and Sandoval give DeRosa a chance to beat his former team.
Bat. On. Shoulder.
EFFF.
You gotta swing the battttt, you gotttttta swing the batttttttt. I was just offered a beer. I accepted.
Man at Bar: “Why did you accept my offer now but not 10 minutes ago?”
SLY: “Alcohol is a depressant. I am depressed.”
Top 12: Great inning from Runzler. That is the Runzler I saw in Spring Training.
I am upset I didn’t get to see any Spring Training games. In related news, my liver thanked me for not attending Spring Training in 2011.
Bottom 12: Here we go. Runners are on the corners with two outs. Here comes Rowand. Hammered that, Game Over!
Two years in a row for A-Row! Again remind me of how I felt about Rowand in a couple months.
A big thank you to Colby Rasmus for slowing down on that ball, I thought he had a good opportunity to make the play.

Another beer please.
Man in Bar: “I thought you drink when you are depressed?”
SLY: “I also drink when I am happy.”
BIG thanks to RT. I know that was a pain in the A$s.
BoOoOoO-RRRRIIIBBBEEE
From:
UUUUUUUUUUU-RRRRRRRIIIIBBBEEEEE!!!
UUUUUUUUUUU-RRRRRRRIIIIBBBEEEEE!!!
UUUUUUUUUUU-RRRRRRRIIIIBBBEEEEE!!!
To:
BoOoOoOOOOooOOooOOOOoooOO-RRRRIIIBBBEEE!!!
BoOoOoOOOOooOOooOOOOoooOO-RRRRIIIBBBEEE!!!
BoOoOoOOOOooOOooOOOOoooOO-RRRRIIIBBBEEE!!!
Heck, it might be:
FFFFFFFFFF-UUUUUUUU-RRRRRRIIIBBBEEEEE!!!
FFFFFFFFFF-UUUUUUUU-RRRRRRIIIBBBEEEEE!!!
FFFFFFFFFF-UUUUUUUU-RRRRRRIIIBBBEEEEE!!!
Mr. Happy Jazz Hands left us for the smog infested air of SoCal and the Bums.

Two Ex-Gigantes turned Bums
Say it ain’t so.
Do we dare boo one of our 2010 World Champion heroes?
Hell yes.
I’ll set the stage for FU-ribes return to Pac Bell/SBC/AT&T Park on Monday April 11th 2011. It’ll be the 10th game of the season. This should be a Barry Zito start, but the $126 million dollar singer/songwriter will probably fall into the 2 or 4 spot in the rotation. For this hypothetical, Madison Bumgarner gets the start.
Uribe is in the six hole in Donny Baseball’s lineup.
Top 2nd, nobody on, one out:
Renel Brooks-Moon: Now batting #5, 2nd baseman, Juan Uu-ribe.
(It is painfully obvious that Renel wants to belt out the UUUUUU as she has done the past two seasons, but her heart will not allow her to justify an enthusiastic announcement of a Bum. The announcement is understated and subdued.)
I am in attendance and stand up from my seat. I want to pay my respects (with a golf clap) to a man who gave the fans many thrilling moments the past couple seasons.
I am about to clap when the inebriated man next to me (I am also in such a state) starts to join in an all too familiar chant:
UUUUUUUU-RRIIIBBEE!!!!
…but it is not, it is what we all expected.
BoOoooOOoooooO-RRRIIIBBBEEEE!!!
Before I start to clap, I join the mob.
BoOoooOOoooooO-RRRIIIBBBEEEE!!!
BoOoooOOoooooO-RRRIIIBBBEEEE!!!
Now I am getting into it, alcohol and adrenaline seem to be a good combination (I think I finally get UFC fans).
FFFFFF-UUUUUUUU-RRRRIIIBEE.
Mother sitting behind me: “My children are here. Watch your mouth.”
SLY: “They need to learn hate at an early age.” (Obviously not ready to be a Parent)
Madison gets BoOOo-Ribe to pop up on the first pitch (he was a lot of excited).
…Roar from 41,952.
Top of the 5th, 1 out, runner on first: 2-0 Good Guys.
Renel sounded less enthused with her second announcement of Uribe. She understands he’s gone for good.
BooOooOOooOOoo-Ribe chants are deafening.
On a 2-1 count BoOoooO-Ribe hits a ground ball to his replacement Miguel Tejada. Tejada underhands to Freddy Sanchez at second for the force out and Sanchez throws a strike to Aubrey Huff at 1st to complete the double play.
…Roar from 41,952.
Tejada and Uribe each have a GIDP to end an inning.
Top of the 8th, 2 out, runners on 1st and 2nd: The score is still 2-0 Good Guys.
Renel announces JUUAAAN with high energy as she was accustomed too with a big at bat, she quickly realizes it is for the wrong team and tails off on the Uribe. Renel sighs in disgust.
BoOoOooOOOOoooO-Ribe chants continue.
Boch’s bowed legs take him 21 seconds to make it from the front step of the dugout to the mound to remove Bumgarner after 7 2/3 innings of shut out ball.
Sergio Romo takes the ball.
1st pitch: Fast ball, fouled straight back.
2nd pitch: Slider, wild swing and a miss.
3rd pitch: Fastball inside, get Uribe off the plate.
4th pitch: Slider… hanging slider. Uribe Swings…
I used to love this sight, no more.
All I see is the white palms of Uribe’s batting gloves.

SLY: “Mother F#4%ing Son of a B#$h!”
Mother: “Dead beat Son of a rats Fu*&$ing puke”
(Looks of horror from her children)
41,952 BOOOOOOOOOOOOOS shower Juan as he circles the bases.
3-2 for the Bad Guys.
Donny Baseball goes Jonathan Broxton for the save. Donny remembers the proper rules about visiting the mound this game.
Broxton gets to blow the game all on his own.
Freddy Sanchez does a flip job over Uribe’s head for a single.
Buster Posey (hitting 3rd) takes a walk.
Aubrey Huff hits a ball into triples alley. There is no throw. Posey scores standing.
Good Guys win 4-2.
Suck it Bums.
I stumble my way over to 21st Amendment where KJ and I discuss Juan Uribe as a Dodger. After 5 Brew-Free-Or-Die IPA’s I finally get it:
SLY: “I got it.”
KJ: “What do you got?”
SLY: “I understand why Juan left us?”
KJ: “Why did he?”
SLY: “He has to feed his children.”
KJ: “$3 Million wouldn’t feed his children? That’s a lot of money”
SLY: “$3 Million is a lot to you or me, but to a professional athlete it is not. As we learned from Patrick Ewing, athletes make a lot of money, but they spend a lot of money.”
KJ: “HotLanta Gentlemen Clubs.”
SLY: “Now you understand. He needs that extra money. I’ll break it down for you. Juan signed a 3 year deal. That means at least 3 trips to Atlanta over the next 3 years. That’s 3 opportunities to get himself in trouble at the Gentleman Clubs. I heard a stat on a blog where 1 out of every 3 trips to an Atlanta Gentlemen Club results in a lawsuit of some kind. He really is just protecting himself.”
KJ: “Makes sense to me, if you read it on a blog, it must be true.”
SLY: “Words don’t lie.”
I am certain this is the exact way April 11th, 2011 will play out.
Dodger fans, be warned.
You are bringing in a person who assaults Dodger fans.
He will hit you in the head with a baseball when you are not looking.
Watch the Slow-Mo.
Awesome. J
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been to a Gigantes playoff game where they were victorious.
I am 0 for 2.
those games as a child.
legally able to purchase alcoholic beverages, which makes me a man.
the previous post I was going to dye my beard ala B-Jeezy .
it, big time.
home from work around 2:00pm last Thursday.
The Just for Men was ready to
rock. The color was labeled as REAL BLACK. (That’s why it looks so damn good on men,
words don’t lie.)
instructions. I figured I’ve seen the commercials
enough where my man instincts would take over.
I mixed the color and went to town on my beard. I then proceeded to make a fatal JFM booboo. One month before my 27th day of
birth, my beard still comes in patchy.
thought it’d be a good idea to brush the patchy areas with the color brush. I had 5 minutes to kill (downed a beer) while
the color set. I was surprised how much
the JFM stung my face. I wonder if
B-Jeezy had the same experience.
5 minutes ended and I jumped into the shower.
I got out and was met with hysterical laughter from Lj. My patchy spots were still filled in with the
real black color of JFM.
Toledo Uranus Saturn Christo.
amazing…
I kept telling myself.
out, Lj told me the dye might stay in my skin for a week. I had work in 48 hours. I had JFM regret, but I imagine that’s part
of the experience.
grabbed some household items that may remove the dye from my skin.
included:
removal.
polish removal.
Sensation Lube (Awkward…)
lotion
daily scrub
it; the dye was here to stay.
on wearing the Timmy wig and Jersey, but hell, might as well go all out.
outfit on and looked in the mirror.
showed equal parts Tim Lincecum, Jesus Christo, and Brian Wilson.
Wilson.
loaded into the vehicle and we were off to Pac Bell/SBC/AT&T Park. Lj asked me to get sunglasses out of the
center console.
am driving, why doesn’t Lj grab the glasses.
Whatever.
freakin Smirnoff Ice.
thought this was hilarious.
Toledo Uranus Saturn Christo.
not drinking this until we get there.”
keep it warm for ya.”
Ice and proceeded to place the bottle under his butt to insure safe keeping.
at the parking lot, I got on one knee and accepted my icing like a champ.
walking by us laughed rather hard. I don’t
know if they laughed at my appearance or the icing, possibly a combination of
both.
on our pregame agenda.
Grandparents were also attending the game and were to meet us at Petes.
you need to know about my Grandparents.
on my Grandfather and his alcohol consumption:
Grandfather may not be able to walk or talk, but he can always drive us home.”
Grandparents.
them at the bar they already had a table and drink. My Grandmother did not recognize me. Once she realized it was me, she told me “I
was sooo ugly” about 12 times in 25 minutes.
are no rookies at the bar scene. My
Grandpa ordered a Jack on the rocks and my Grandma ordered a white zin.
also brought a 13oz flask of Jack. My
Grandma brought a jug of wine. They
continued to re-fill their glass.
quality pre-game, it was time to get into the park.
top comments:
Beard.”
is weird.”
happened?” (My response: JFM is more complicated than it looks on TV.)
real?”
came up clutch with tickets; they were 4 rows from the field, right past first
base.
the hill and the park took on an electric feel.
what happened next.
performance.
write a short poem for the historical performance.
Timmy in August? I prayed to Jesus
Christo to end Timmy’s Cy Yuck funk. Jesus
is obviously a fan of #55.
guy at the yard who led the booing of Braves fans. If I spotted a Braves fan, I would stop,
point with two (more manly than one) fingers, and yell “Boooo That Man.”
realized he was not welcome.
remember much about the ride home. I
remember I was one happy boy.
victory made me feel warm and tingly inside.
I was ready for game two.
October 8th, 2010.
occurred when I washed my face. The
toner (step 2) of the Proactiv system took the dye off my face. I no longer wanted to look like a man with a
sharpie on his face. I used about $16.36
of Proactiv toner to remove the excess dye from the skin of my face.
told by my Hispanic friends that I am an honorary Mexican because of my love of
the food and tequila. I now looked the
part as well. Too bad it wasn’t Cinco de
Mayo.
for the yard after a quick gym session. We
arrived at the parking lot, and there was no attendant, but we parked
anyways. We headed to 21st
Amendment for a little pre-game until the attendant could take our money.
21st Amendment was fantastic, great brews and food. With our belts loosened and our brains mushy,
we walked back to the parking lot.
no attendant.
the 9.7% brews or maybe it was our gambling background. We made a decision that could drastically
alter our night.
it, let’s roll the dice.”
think Jack (Attendant’s name) looks at the tickets. He’s more concerned with dying.”
truck wouldn’t even fit in here.”
ticket is like $45, only $15 more than what they’re charging.”
Pete’s.”
we made our way into the yard. We had
the same seats as game one, boooyeeehawwww.
in Cain, and he dealt.
I thought the game was over when Pat the Bat went 3-run jimmy jack in the
first.
got run for the final time in his hall of fame career.
in celebration mode.
premature guy.
to make Braves fans feel uncomfortable for coming into our yard.
better yelling at a grown man.
did start quite a few chants to heckle a Brave.
even on the roster, the bullpen catcher.
his first name but his last name was Butts.
started out harmless.
to get worse…
LIKE IT IN YOURRRRRR…..”
involved. They ranged from G-NC-17
ratings.
Ross in stitches.
friendly Usher told us he was watching us, and we were not permitted to heckle
players.
buzz kill.
the chants until the Braves mounted the game tying rally in the 8th. I was no longer in celebration mode. Rick Ankiel punched 44,032 Gigantes fans in the stomach. Doesn’t he know we came to see Los Gigantes win?
punch loss.
wondered if KJ’s truck would still be in the parking lot. I walked up 2nd Street, turned
down Brannon, and approached the lot.
off, the truck was still there.
fire on the leader during the ride home.
He was combative and had zero tolerance for poor baseball knowledge from
callers.
were angry about the outcome but still had a very positive outlook on the
series.
around 1:30am. I had to be at work in 6
hours. Uggh.
was shaved off so I could look somewhat professional at work Saturday
morning. I did have an awesome 5 O’clock
shadow due to the real blackness of
JFM.
10th
Sanchez+ Brooks Conrad = Gigantes Victory.
Fred Sanchee for the 2 out hit to extend the 9th inning for
Huff. That’s why you were brought to the
team.
meet Brooks, I am buying that man as many drinks as he needs. I feel he will be hitting the bottle often
the next couple days, months, and years.
I hope this series hasn’t ruined his life. I am dead serious. His friends need to be on suicide watch.
on suicide watch when I had a horrible game in high school and made a few
errors.
is everything in baseball. It is going
to take him a long time to recover.
result, but feel for the guy.
October 11th
KJ and I to watch the game, he brought beer.
Good man as always. I arrived in
the 3rd inning, freakin 4:30pm start time. It was 1-0 Braves.
dealing.
how he was pissed the Gigantes were getting no-hit by a guy on three days’
rest. KJ, C-Lew and I all stated the
same mantra “We’re one pitch away from tying this game.”
inning: Insert Cody Ross, Hero.
MadBum deep to reclaim the lead in the 6th. McCann
is a straight stud.
los Gigantes have been so tough all season.
They scratch, claw, bite, and do any thing possible thing to eke out
runs.
was no different.
big 2 out hit?
Hero.
Loogy, and Wilson close out the game.
included a class move to applaud and pay respects to Bobby Cox’s career.
Cheesesteaks.
cannot come fast enough.
seen Ashkon’s “Don’t Stop Beilieving” Gigantes 2010 Anthem, you need to check
it out.
something like this.
“The Thrill” impersonation.
Playoff Beards and RE-CON Missions
Top of the 1st, 2 outs, Denorfia on 2nd base, Adrian Gonzalez at the plate:
SLY: “Pitch around A-Gon, don’t let this dude beeee, EFFFFFFFF, OH GOD!!! Thank you God, Thank you.”
Gonzalez hit a line drive directly at Juan Uribe to end the inning.
KJ: “Dude, you need to relax.”
SLY: “I am relaxed! I am fine.”

I was not, fine. I was a nervous wreck. I screamed, moaned, cheered, and acted as the game meant more to the world than peace in the Middle East.
I was calm before the game. KJ and I had a conversation while the 49ers fumbled (Two words Nate, Ball-Security) their game away about how we were confident in a Gigantes victory.
C-Lew alerted that he would grace us with his presence for the game.
(Remember C-Lew? Here is a picture to jog the memory)
C-Lew’s impending arrival gave us a chance to plan an “Icing” (Please refer to previous post if you do not understand the term).
I placed a warm Smirnoff Ice on the welcome mat outside the front door. The sun light added a few tasty degrees to delicious beverage.
Game time.
It was obvious I was a nervous wreck. KJ threw me a Silver Bullet to relax.
Bottom One.
Andy Torres got the screw job from Mike Everitt on a ball down the left field line. The replays showed chalk in the air.
I decided to Hoot & Holler.
“HEY MIKEY, ONE MORE EYE AND YOU’D BE A CYCLOPES.”

The call cost us a run, thanks Mike. Eff you. I will forever hate your stinkin’ guts.
I have issues.
C-Lew showed up in the 2nd. KJ and I awaited the icing.
It didn’t happen. C-Lew came in through the slider.
Gosh-dang it.
C-Lew did bring beer. Good Man.
All was not lost in the icing department. I had a plan to ice KJ after los Gigantes won the west.
I audibled to C-Lew.
I alerted KJ to the audible (I did not tell him the ice was meant for him, but I am sure he knew). The Ice was placed in front of a bottle of tequila, when C-Lew fetched another round of beers I would ask him to pour up a round of shots. Icing complete.
Bottom 3:
Mat Latos threw a pitch into the one zone that Dirty Sanchee’s swing path crosses.
Stand-up triple.
Un-freakin-believable.
Torres could not come through. With 2 outs, Fred Sanchee could.
1-0 Gigantes. High fives, fist pounds, and other male cheering riturals were liberally given to one another.
Aubrey Efffing Huff hits the big double to make it 2-0.
C-Lew heads to the fridge for a fresh cold one.
SLY: “Pour up three rally shots.”
C-Lew: “Where at?”
SLY: “In the cabinet above the bar.”
C-Lew opened the cabinet.
C-Lew: “What the hell is this?” (Referring to the Smirnoff Ice.)
KJ: “HAHAHAHAHAHA, you just got ICED bro.”
C-Lew: “Whhhhhaaaat?”
KJ: “It is a game, where participation is mandatory.”
C-Lew: “What do I have to do?”

KJ: “Get down on one knee, and do not get up until it is finished.”
C-Lew: “Can I get a cold one?”
KJ: “No, it has to be warm. It is in the rules.”
C-Lew got on one knee and pounded it like a champ.
C-Lew: “You guys still want the shot?”
KJ and SLY: “That’s a silly question.”
Sanchez battled through 5+ and gave way to the bullpen.
The bullpen has been lights out.
Zeros ensued.
Buster Posey locked up the ROY with a solo bomb in the 8th. He doesn’t have the curtain call thing mastered yet. He will have time to learn.
On comes B-Weezy. Easy 1-2-3.
Celebration time.
More enthusiastic male celebratory rituals commenced.
Our celebration continued to the backyard. Beers were cracked and happy f-bombs were liberally spewed for the entire neighborhood to enjoy.
I hope children were not within earshot.

EAR MUFFS KIDS!
We watched the post game celebration, highlighted by Timmy dropping a massive F-Bomb in his interview with AmyG.

Best piece AmyG has ever been apart of.
Goodness, I appreciate this postseason birth more than the previous ones in my lifetime.
Los Gigantes re-built their team in year 3AB (After Barry).
There are zero everday players from the 2007 lineup to the 2010 lineup.
I love pitching.
We came down from our high and cleaned up to go a concert. My friend (Steve) recently was signed by a record label and had one his first shows with his new band (Dazeafter).

Steven Robb of Dazeafter
I wanted to show my support and check out the band.
C-Lew had another agenda.
RE-CON MISSION.
C-Lew is a man of the law. He saw a group of people who are not law abiding citizens and wanted to do work.
There was a strong presence of H.A.’s at the concert venue. C-Lew called his co-worker who worked in the gang unit and alerted him of the situation.

C-Lew got the green light to snap some pictures of the H.A.’s at the show. He got advice: be careful.
C-Lew brought us into the fold. He took out his phone and asked us if we could hear the shutter of the camera.
KJ: “Yes, don’t get us killed.”
C-Lew set his camera settings to silent and went on his mission.
Alcohol is an invincibility cloak.
C-Lew is a professional; he was not noticed and did his job well.
He wanted to talk to the local police at the show, he asked us for some advice first.
C-Lew: “Do I sound too intoxicated?”
SLY: “You’re good. Just slow down your speech pattern and enunciate every syllable.”
…….says the guy who stumbles over his own words stone sober.
C-Lew approached Lodi’s finest; he must have talked too fast and not enunciated very well. He was back within a minute.
We made our way into the theater. Dazeafter came on, Steve sounded great, and the band played tight. Dazeafter is going on tour with Sevendust in February. Check them out at www.dazeafter.com.
Great job Steve.
We made it home without further incident, I would like to praise Jesus Christo.
Back to los Gigantes, I am fortunate enough to have tickets for all los Gigantes home playoff games.
Thank you Brad. Who do I have to kill for you?
You think I am joking.
To help los Gigantes on their quest for a World Series title, I am growing a playoff beard, which I will dye jet black with Just for Men in homage to los Gigantes bullpen.
The last time I really went for the playoff beard was 2008 for the San Jose Sharks. I was in college and I thought it looked fantastic. One of my professors called me aside after class.
Professor (Woman): “Shaun, you are a good looking kid, but you look horrible. Why are you growing that thing?”
SLY: “It’s a playoff beard, for the Sharks.”
Professor: “Girls are not going to find you attractive, shave it off.”
I trimmed it when I got home.
My facial hair is two years more mature, the patchiness has improved.
I am going for it. It will be hideous, and I will love it.
It may be my permanent look if los Gigantes win it all.
Ill be debuting the new look at Pete’s before Game one.
Happy Playoffs.
Bengie Stimulus Plan and Road Fun

When in a recession, put together a stimulus plan.
Bengie Molina was in some type of recession with the bat.
Last night saw Loose Change turn into Big Money.
I apologize to Big Money Molina.
The day after I asked for him to be replaced in the 4 hole, Bengie Molina returned to Big Money form. Molina went 3-5 with 2 RBI in Los Gigantes 8-1 victory over the Astros. His best hit ball of the night actually was an out, a ball driven about 410 feet to center field was caught at the base of that silly hill in Minute Maid Park.
The Eritrean Cab Driver (Eugenio Velez), Freddy Sanchez, Pablito Pandaval, and Bengie Molina led the offensive attack that put together 16 hits. Jonathan Sanchez even got his first hit of the year!
How hot is the Cab Driver? Velez will not be coming out of the lineup anytime soon.

I forgot what back to back home runs look and sound like. Thank you Freddy Sanchez and Pablito Pandaval for jogging my memory.
Jon Miller sounded like he forgot back to back home runs could happen. He channeled Lon Simmons with the call of the Pablo’s back end of the back to back with a “Tell it Good Bye”. Those were the first words out of his mouth. It was awesome.
I can’t forget to mention how great it was to see Jonathan Sanchez put together a great start on the road. He was dirty. J. Sanchez’s has two alter-egos. There’s the Dirty (Good) Sanchez and the Ugly ( Bad) Sanchez. I’m glad we all got the Dirty Sanchez last night.
Thank you to Roy Oswalt’s achy back for Felipe Paulino . Paulino has great stuff but left too many balls over the plate.

Here’s hoping the Bengie Stimulus Plan does not run out of cash like the ”Cash for Clunkers” plan.
.Best wishes to Joe Martinez in today’s game. I am glad you made it back.
Magic, Animals, and Poop.
Abb-ra Ka-da-bra.
Los Gigantes pulled a 7-1 home stand out of a hat.
Los Gigantes are magic at home.
Three of Four from the defending champs.
Good deal.
Tim Lincecum is not human. He is a machine, a robot. I hope ESPN takes the “This is Sportscenter” television ad with Albert Pujols as “The Machine” and replaces him with Tim Lincecum. “I not machine, I just Timmy.” In the ad I envision, Lincecum “The Machine” will have the stones to hit the eliminate button and not let the SC anchors survive.

The Kid is on some kind of streak. Saturday was his 10th straight start of 8 or more strikeouts. Only two other pitchers have had such streaks. The other two players?
Randy Johnson and Pedro Martinez.
Timmy keeps good company.
After the game, I received a text from a friend asking if Timmy was an animal, what would he be? He gave two suggestions.
Wolverine or Badger?
I text’d back a combination of the two… A Badverine. If Ligers can exist, why not a Badverine?
This got my friend and I thinking…
What would other players on the team be?
Brian Wilson, a hyena?
I will tackle this assignment.
While we are on the subject of the animal kingdom, lets get into the dog days of summer promo Los Gigantes held on Saturday night at the yard.
It was bring your dog to the park night. Really, who brings their dog to the yard? WHHHHHYYYY?
I want to know if there was a clean up after your dog rule in effect. If there was, how many dog owners followed through?
Were Los Gigantes themed doggie clean-up bags handed out at the gate? I hope so. Actually the doggie clean-up bags should be Dodger themed. This way the poop goes all over the right team.
If I ever have a child, I am buying Dodger diapers so my child will S**T all over the Dodgers. I believe all parents in the bay area should follow my lead and teach Dodger hating at a early age. We can do it.
I would hate to be the one of the workers who cleans the stands where the dogs were seated after the game.
Ewwww.
I bet they (the workers) drew straws to see who had to clean up those sections.
Few more notes:
Freddy Sanchez- Thank you Jesus. I am now proposing that only All-Star two baggers are allowed to wear #21 on Los Gigantes.
The Eritrean Cab Driver (Velez) continues to use racing fuel in his engine.
Zito battled. Good effort. He has a 2.16 ERA since the AS break.
Tonight- On the road against the Astros.
Road Magic anyone?
Thank you Jesus… Part Duex
Los Gigantes allowed 4 runs in the three game sweep of the Buck-Os. The pitching staff again bailed out the missing O from the ffense.
After the game the Giants announced they filled a need at second base by acquiring Freddy Sanchez. Thank you Jesus! Sanchez will provide stability at position that has been a revolving door this year. Brian Sabean values the opportunity to reach the postseason (and his job) for the first time since 2003 with the parting of ultra-hyped pitching prospect Tim Alderson.
The bottom line, Los Gigantes acquired a three time all-star for a player who COULD end up being the next Matt Cain (Stud) or the next William VanLaunchingPad (Bust). Ill take the proven player who has excelled at the major league level.
What a performance by Matt Cain yesterday. Line: 9in, 3h, 2bb, 4ks, and 111 pitches. I thought he might come out for the 10th. He lowered his ERA to 2.11 to take over the NL lead. Lincecum and Cain are the biggest and scariest two-headed monster in the league right now.
Eritrean Cab Driver (Velez) had another nice day with the stick. Who is this guy? Leave him in left field while Schierholz is on the DL.
With Randy Johnson all but out for the rest of the year, is this the time to bring up Madison Bumgarner? Yes, he’s young. Yes, he’s inexperienced, but the guy is electric. He has dominated (7-1 1.90 ERA, 71in, 53h, 52k, 20bb, and a 1.03 whip in AA) at every level. Lincecum did the same thing in the minors. I realize Lincecum was 3 years older when he came up, but maybe it is time. Let’s not forget the kid can mash!
Again, Thank you Jesus for answering my Gigantes prayers.


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