Our little guy zonked out with Emmy the Cat.
Our little guy zonked out with Emmy the Cat.
Okay, I’m not 100% in love with your tone right now.
Barry goes ya-ya. Look at the clowns in the opposing dugout!
Barry Zito makes his debut in US WEEKLY. We’re all so proud!
How about that huge guy sitting two rows behind home plate!? Clad in nothing but black and a Giants cap, the beloved Hutt must have irritated tv-bound Angelenos to no end as they watched him shake his hat at the centerfield camera in the 9th.
It’s one thing to get swept by the hated rivals from NorCal, but to get broomed while Mr. Chubs heckles all that is Dodgers has got to hurt. From my view, it looked tremendous.
Aside from our chubby buddy in the second row, the Giants made a statement themselves by sustaining their win streak (currently at 8) and vaulting themselves to the top of the National League Western Division.
Before tonight, they only hit .239 as a team. Pitching, however, has gotten them out of their 1-6 dismal beginning to ’07 as their starters have gone at least 5 innings in every start and Armando Benitez has miraculously posted 7 saves in 7 chances. Even though Benitez’s WHIP is far from cool (1.44 but falling in his last two appearances), the big guy with a pajama uniform has *cough, cough, gasp* done his job. (Weird.) The setup men have also shone since their implosion in Colorado 9 games ago.
What the deuce is going on here? I guess I shouldn’t ask but, rather, enjoy.
After my postings regarding the Dodgers hottest fan, Alyssa Milano, LA folks were quick to remind me that the Giants don’t have any hottie fans. True, but our corpulent comrade in the second row can eat your Dodger hotties like a bucket of McNuggets. Speaking of eating, I’m still waiting for Alyssa to get back to me regarding the dinner she owes me.
Now, the first place Giants head to the desert to face the Diamondbacks — a team with no real identity and 50 different uniforms (and all bad).
Days Without Milano’s Acknowledgment of Dinner at The Ivy: 2
I started looking at the menu after Bonds put one into orbit in the first inning to give the Giants a 4-0 lead. Those LA fans who were all set to arrive in the third inning probably turned around and drove home to watch the sunset (instead of a great game between two NL West rivals). I lost my appetite, though, after Noah Lowry wobbled through 4 innings and allowed the Dodgers to tie the game at 4 runs apiece.
Alyssa must have been licking her chops.
And Randy Wolf’s curveball just got filthier by the second and Grady Little couldn’t pull him soon enough! The thought of an ex-Philly and his Tommy-John-surgically-repaired-arm depriving me of the wine list was enough to make me almost silently weep. No clinking glasses, no declaring that I am the boss.
Thankfully, Lowry found his curve, the setup men kept the Dodger faithful silent and Armando (yes, Armando) sat the Dodgers down in order for a perfect ninth. I couldn’t help but think about dessert and getting through the paparazzi who will undoubtedly be waiting for Alyssa and me as we depart our evening supper on a lazy summer evening.
Jeeze, that means I’ll need a slick outfit so I’ll look great when we’re splashed all over the pages of OK! and US WEEKLY!
Once Milano gets a load of these posts, though, I’ll probably have to contend with a restraining order instead of selcting culinary delights and high fashion. Before her legal team tries to thwart our Hollywood hof brau, this Giants fan is going to sit back and savor what the team has served for 7 consecutive games: wins.
Just kidding. But it’s on!
First, she refused my request to call Barry Zito and say things that any man in a slump needs to hear. Secondly, she’s a Dodgers fan. Thirdly, she NEVER would have dated me when I was single.
She’s hot, she’s "Charmed" and she’s a *******’ Dodgers Fan… and this Giants fan is ready to take her on (or just get her attention so he can tell his friends, ‘Hey, Alyssa Milano talked to me AGAIN today’). Hence, we’re totally in a fight.
Now our teams are locked in battle in an NL West showdown down in the land of men who take 140 minutes to do their hair. With Luis Gonzalez dribbling into a 4-6-3 double play in the 8th, those same guys are leaving to go home and put some more wax in their faux hawks.
It’s too bad because Armando Benitez always manages to do his best to help anyone other than the Giants win. Tonight is no exception, either, thanks to two hits and closing the game by baaaaarrrrrely getting out Rafael Furcal in a footrace to first base.
But it’s 1-0 in favor of the Good Guys. (I love calling a team with Barry Bonds "Good Guys"! It drives everyone nuts!)
It’s 1-0, in favor of Keith. Loser buys the winner dinner at The Ivy. My wife is TOTALLY cool with that.
Your team just got paddled like you did by Marky Mark Whalberg in "Fear"! How does that feel? You like that!? Hit me with your best shot, Alyssa!