Pinch-blogging: Tyler Colvin
My turn to fill in for Belt — a good day to do it because there’s no game. I’m hanging out here in Denver after a great weekend with my wife, Molly, in San Francisco. She flew in Friday from Arizona, where we’ve lived for the past four years. She couldn’t come earlier in the week — I was called up from Fresno May 11— because she was putting an offer in on a house in Charleston, S.C. We’re expecting our first baby in late October, so we are selling our Mesa house and moving back east to be closer to our families. My family is in North Augusta, S.C., across the border from Augusta, GA. And hers in in West Virginia, about an hour from Pittsburgh, PA.
We already know we’re having a boy. They can do DNA tests in the 10th week and find out. Pretty cool. We’re still discussing names. When people ask Molly where she’ll deliver the baby, she says because it will be during the World Series, she hopes it’ll be San Francisco.
In the meantime, we looked this weekend for a place to rent in the city. The problem is we have a 100-pound Greater Swiss Mountain dog, which is basically a short-haired Bernese. Her name is Mya. It’s not easy to find a furnished place that will take a huge dog and a short lease. Probably easier to find in the suburbs, but this is one of the greatest cities in the world, so why not enjoy it? I’ll look again during the next homestand. I hope Molly and Mya can move here in early June.
I’ve been encouraged to tell you a little about myself.
- I grew up in North Augusta in my grandparents’ home. They mostly raised me because my dad left and my mom was young and working to get an education and a job. My childhood was pretty great. There were big ponds on the property behind my grandparents’ house, so when I wasn’t playing baseball or doing homework, I was out in our aluminum Jon boat fishing for wide-mouthed bass. Oh, we also bowled a lot. My grandfather and uncle spent a little time in the pro’s. Maybe that will be my next career. I already have my own ball and bag.
- Despite my Southern roots, I didn’t start hunting until a few months ago. Molly and I spent the Christmas holidays at her family’s 100-acre farm in West Virginia. It was the tail end of deer season, so everyone said it was hardly worth going out. But I had all this brand new equipment and clothes so I was out every morning before dawn. I never even saw a deer.
- I went to Clemson, where I met Molly. I was drafted in the first round by the Cubs my junior year. I’m 46 credits short of my business degree, and I promised my mom I’d go back someday.
- My grandparents didn’t miss a single game when I was at Clemson — 186 consecutive games. They put 83,000 miles on their van during my three years there, driving to Boston and Miami and Texas and everywhere in-between. I gave my grandpa the ball and bat from my first big-league hit.
- I’ve had a couple of weird injuries. When I was in Taiwan with Team USA in 2007, I was throwing the ball during batting practice and somehow hit my elbow on a screen. It hurt but I played through the pain in 2008, but finally had to get Tommy John surgery in 2009. Then in September 2010 with the Cubs, I was running from third to home when a shard from a broken bat nailed me in the chest and punctured a lung. I couldn’t play the last few weeks of the season.
That’s probably more than you ever wanted to know. I’m having a great time with the Giants — it’s always more fun when the team’s winning and you’re able to contribute. But this is also just a real easy team to fit into. And the fans are the best. It’s unfortunate that I’m here because Brandon Belt got hurt. But in baseball you make the most of every opportunity.
Thanks for reading. This is a cool way to connect with fans. I’m glad I got to do it.