Just like old times. Guest blogging again.
It’s great to be back with all the guys. There’s still sort a Brandon row in the clubhouse — we’re within a couple lockers of each other but not adjoining like in SF. (I am happy to report we have not revived the Brandon handshake. It was not the greatest handshake, as the other Brandons will tell you. In fact, it kind of gives you an uncomfortable feeling when you do it.)
To refresh your memory, I was sent to Triple A in mid-July. I watched the World Series from my home in Galveston, Texas, with my girlfriend and a buddy of mine. We parked ourselves in front of the TV every evening.
I admit it was a little difficult at times. I wished I could have been there and been a part of it. But of course you’re rooting for the guys you battled with earlier in the year. What stood out for me about the team was their fight — their ability to never give up or give in. They had their backs against the wall a lot of times and kept on pushing. That’s just the type of guys that are in there.
I’m really proud to have contributed during the first half of a championship season. There’s a lot of satisfaction in that. Plus, I’ll get a ring, which is every ballplayer’s dream.
When I arrived at camp a couple weeks ago, a few guys did a double take. They didn’t really recognize me. I’ve got longish hair now. I haven’t cut it since last June. Not sure why. I’ve never really had it long, so I thought, “Why not do it now?’’ It kind of got a little curly on me, though.
I’m not comparing myself to Pagan. He’s probably got the best hair on the team. But I might be in Crawford territory. He gave me some of his product the other day to use. It turned out all right. Gave it that wet look he likes before the game.
Here’s our better side . . .
Games haven’t started but there have been 150, maybe 200, people at Scottsdale Stadium just to watch practice. I guess coming off a World Series championship, we should have expected good crowds, but you’re still surprised to get that kind of support. I heard when Madison walked off the mound yesterday after pitching BP, he got a big round of applause. (I wasn’t in that hitting group, so I didn’t have to face him.)
Nori Aoki is in my group, so I’m starting to get to know him a little. His English isn’t very good, though it’s much better than my Japanese. He clearly has a good sense of humor. We’ve been hitting him fourth in the group because we tell him he has the big power. He laughs and says, “Big guy! Big power!’’
I’ve been around new third-baseman Casey McGehee since before camp officially started. We took grounders on the back practice field together. There’s not much a shortstop and third-baseman need to do as far as adjusting to each other. I just need to get a read on what his range is on balls to his left. After just a few ground balls over there, I’ll be able to read it pretty well.
Communication between a shortstop and third-baseman isn’t as involved as between a shortstop and second-baseman. Casey already has asked if I’d give him a head’s up on breaking balls. (From my position, I can see what pitch the catcher is calling, and the third-baseman can’t.) Pablo wanted a head’s up, also, on breaking balls. I alert them by just making a little noise. I don’t know exactly how it affects their positioning, but maybe they’re a little more ready down the line.
People ask if we come into spring training focused on improving any particular facet of our game. I really don’t. The only thing I want to improve, overall throughout the season, is consistency. I’ve had a lot of hot streaks and cold streaks in my career, which happens to everybody in baseball. So it’s a matter of keeping the cold streaks as short as possible.
So how do I do that? That’s the big question, right? I have to recognize more quickly when there’s something I need to change. I went through two bad months last season — July and August — before I realized I my hands were all over the place. I don’t know if I was getting tired or trying to do too much, but I would kind of lose track of where I was holding them from at-bat to at-bat. They’d get too high. Too far back. And I’d get trapped. I wasn’t as direct to the ball.
So in September, I began again to do that little tap on my shoulder, which I did throughout 2013. It reminds me where my hands need to be — lower and closer to my body. And I had a great September.
Everything’s good with the girls. Jaydyn’s walking (she’s almost 1). And Braylyn’s crazy, running around all over the place (she’s 2). She goes to the gym with Jalynne and does some toddler gymnastics. But we think she’s going to be too tall for gymnastics, though. She’s in the 80th percentile of height and weight for her age, so she’s projected to be around 5-feet-8 or -9.
Check in tomorrow or the next day for a special guest blog from the third Brandon. He has a new look, inspired by someone he admires and clearly wants desperately to emulate . . .
Yes, the blog is back.
This was supposed to be posted on Tuesday, but the posting got screwed up and here it is now:
Today was the first official day of spring training. Everyone is here. We had a great team meeting first thing in the morning. Bochy talked and Hunter talked. It If we weren’t already pumped to go after another World Series title, we are now. I love spring training personally. It’s good to see the green grass again and get back on the field and feel it beneath your feet. As much as we all work out in the off-season, nothing gets you into baseball shape like playing baseball.
One of the things we do in the first few days here is sign baseballs, jerseys and photos that the community relations department uses through the season to try to fill all the requests for charitable donations. They set up a bunch of tables in a hallway near the clubhouse and we sit there before or after practice and just sign. I’m in the midst of signing 27 dozen baseballs. Hunter has to sign 43 dozen. The bigger the star, the more baseballs you’re asked sign. Travis Ishikawa said he used to sign one dozen balls. This year he signed 20-something dozen.
We’re also asked to make a few appearances during spring training.
“There’s a barbecue here at the park,’’ Bobby from community relations said as I signed the baseballs, “or an event at the local zoo, but you have to drive out there so it’ll be more consuming.’’
“And a lot cooler!’’ I said. “I’ll do that one.’’
You know what my favorite zoo is? The one in Omaha, Nebraska. They have all these different sections so when you go to see the water animals, it’s like a swamp area with alligators and beavers. It’s low lighting so you feel like you’re in the swamp at nighttime. They have all these little bridges and the animals swimming underneath you. It’s awesome.
Another thing about spring training is you’re back with all your teammates. We saw a lot of guys at FanFest but now we’re really together. And there are more guys. Brandon Hicks! The third Brandon. I was happy to see him back and happy to be able to use our Brandon handshake. It’s a pretty easy handshake. Kind of feminine actually. We tried to make it as awkward as possible.
For whatever reason, spring training also means — for me — watching a lot of Shark Tank. I’m too busy in the off-season to watch, but here it’s like the best thing to watch after practice. It’s kind of Shark Tank non-stop on X-box video. I like the feel-good stories about people who bring stuff in and make a company out of it. I love the brutal honesty the Sharks have with these people. It’s hilarious sometimes. I like rooting against some people and rooting for other people. Haylee hates that I watch it all the time. But she’s just as bad with HGTV. Every time I come home, HGTV is on. She used a lot of the info when we built our house. But we’re done building our house, so I’m not sure why she still needs to watch it.
I did take a break to watch the Oscars, or at least about half of it. I thought it was boring. It took them like an hour and a half to do six awards, and they’re mostly awards nobody cares about. And I wasn’t as interested as I usually am because I didn’t see most of the films because it turns out when you have a baby, you don’t go out as much. That’s my excuse for getting one pick correct — just Patricia Arquette. Me and the academy do not agree on a lot of things.
I saw two movies when I was in San Francisco for FanFest. Here are my reviews.
The Kingsmen: It’s about this secret, kind of James Bond organization. This kid’s dad was a part of it, so they kind of recruited the kid to be a part of it as well. He goes through all these tests and ends up being a spy. It was a less cheesy version of a spy movie in that they didn’t follow the same storylines that most spy movies follow. A more adult version. The acting was great. Samuel L. Jackson had a lisp, though I’m not sure why he found that necessary for the movie. Otherwise there were a bunch of English people.
Jupiter Ascending: Honestly to this day I still have no idea what I watched. It’s about this girl played by Mila Kunis who is a reincarnated Queen of the Universe. Her kids weren’t dead so they could take control of the universe, I guess. Channing Tatum is protecting her so they can get her back to power, I think. Honestly, it was a weird movie. There’s a lot of detail in it. It was very confusing. They colonize planets. It was a forgettable movie. It really was. Pretty cool special effects, that’s about it. I think it would have been kind of a cool movie if you knew what was going on.
Finally, just want to say how happy we all are that Bochy is fine and back on the field. He’s the leader. He’s the guy who gets the best out of his ballplayers. We’ve got to have him at the reins if we want to go out there and win another championship. He’s the one who sets the tone. That’s why, I think, when new guys like Casey McGehee and Nori Aoki show up, they fit in so quickly. The rookies, too. They figure out real quick we have a pretty special bond in this clubhouse. Everyone fits in, which is why we’ve been so successful.
OK, Hunter is giving me a hard time about getting back to signing baseballs. He’s been flying through his. So I’m diving back in. Then heading home. Shark Tank is cued up and waiting.
So where was I? Oh, right. August 13. We were 4.5 games behind the Dodgers. We had lost five in a row before finally beating the White Sox.
A lot has happened since then.
You might have seen it.
Belt, Gregor Blanco and I stopped blogging when the team was struggling so much mid-season. And then we started to win. Not that blogging had anything to do with anything. But we figured we’d just focus on winning and, well, you know the rest.
Now that the season is over, and I’ve had a month to rest — sort of (more on that later) — I’m blogging again.
First, I’m really happy for Bum getting SI’s Sportsman of the Year. I haven’t read the story yet, but I hear he sounds a bit like Paul Bunyan. Bum apparently tells the tale of hacking up a snake during spring training last year and finding two baby jackrabbits inside it still alive. I had heard Hunter tell that story when MLB network asked us to do our best impression of Bum. The story was so outrageous I assumed Hunter had made it up. I guess not. Only Bum.
Nothing fazed him the entire postseason — so much so that it was almost kind of weird after Game 5 of the World Series. He had just thrown a complete game shutout in the WORLD SERIES and it was like, “Oh, just another day.’’ Like it was the Diamondbacks in June. I think I was more excited than he was. During the season, you’d see him give a fist-pump after a third out every once in a while. I don’t remember any of that in the World Series.
One thing that wasn’t in the SI story was Bum’s obsession with his hair during the postseason. Every day he was scheduled to pitch, or if there was going to be introductions, you’d know it just by the way his hair looked when he walked into the clubhouse. It was all curly and perfect. His wife Ali gelled it and scrunched it at home then sprayed it to keep it in place. You could whack Bum on the back and he wouldn’t bat an eye, but don’t go anywhere near the hair. He was real sensitive.
I’m also really happy for Joe Panik getting the Gibby (Greatness in Baseball Yearly) Award for his diving stop and glove flip to me at second for the double play in Game 7 of the World Series. I’ve probably watched the replay 50 times. It’s on a commercial on MLB network, so that was a few dozen times right there. And I watched it on MLB.com’s Statcast. It shows that Joe went 18.5 feet to get the ball and flipped it to me in .83 seconds. I released it in .77 seconds and threw it 72 mph to get Eric Hosmer at first. Pretty cool information that we usually don’t see. And pretty cool for me just to relive it.
I’m at home in Arizona now. We spent about a week after the season in the Bay Area with my family then spent time in LA with Jalynne’s family and took Braylyn to Disneyland for the first time. (We bought a season pass, so there is more Disneyland in my future. We’re going again in a week to take my niece.) We were back in the Bay Area for Thanksgiving then finally settled back into our house in Arizona — without either set of grandparents or siblings to help with the girls.
As tired as I was at the end of the World Series — mentally as much as physically — let me tell you that two children under two years old is more exhausting than baseball. They’re nonstop. Our first week in Arizona, I was drained every day. Jalynne managed to schedule them to nap at the same time, so we have a small window of time in the middle of the day to catch our breath.
I took a month off from working out and started up again about a week ago at the Giants minor league facility. I did pretty light workouts but was still ridiculously sore the next day.
I haven’t seen many guys since the season ended, but I’ve been in touch more with Javy Lopez than anyone because we’re co-owners in Fantasy Football. Now that I think about it, just about all contact I’ve had with guys is about Fantasy Football. I think we’re all taking a break from baseball in general. It will be starting up again soon enough. Right now is time for family.
We’ll be spending Christmas in LA with Jalynne’s family. Christmas is a lot different when you have kids – way more fun. Hope all of you have great holidays with your families and friends. Thanks for reading and for all the amazing support you gave us through the entire season. Loved seeing everyone at the parade. I promise to post again soon! And I’ll try to get Belt back on here, too!
That seventh inning was like a burst of pent-up hits. Last few games, we’ve been battling back but haven’t gotten that big hit to put us over the top. Of course, it would be Angel to do it today — the guy we’d been missing. He got the big two-run single, then we piled on. People say hitting is contagious. I don’t know why that would be. It’s a weird baseball thing that really seems to be true.
I had a front-row seat to the play at home that got White Sox manager Robin Ventura tossed from the game. I was on deck when Gregor was tagged out for what would have been the second out of the seventh. Bochy challenged the call. The officials in New York decided Blanco was safe. They said the catcher blocked the plate, a violation of the new catchers’ rule.
I’m glad the call went our way, of course, but I think they have to change the rule. I know I’m not alone in this. The White Sox catcher just had his leg blocking the plate — something that’s allowed at every other base. It shouldn’t be illegal at home. It’s part of baseball. It’s one thing if he had his entire body there. But you should be able to have your leg.
If a catcher is completely off the plate while he waits for the throw, he has to catch the ball then reach back for the tag. As a middle infielder, I know how hard that is. In Pittsburgh, I was covering second on a steal. I caught the ball, reached out and put my glove in front of the bag, expecting the runner to slide into it. But he did a kind of swim move with his arm and maneuvered around the tag. I still probably got him, but he was called safe.
So what’s happening at home is more guys are sliding head first, or more accurately hands first. For a catcher, it’s hard to reach back and tag a guy when his arms can be doing all kinds of maneuvers to avoid the tag.
I’m sure the rule will be revisited and probably changed this off-season. But of course I’m glad it helped us today.
We almost broke through with a big inning last night, too. We had three straight hits in the ninth. Then the second baseman makes that spectacular double-play on Panik’s ground ball. Given my struggles at the plate, I was glad to come through with a single to tie the game, especially against their closer and down to my last strike.
But I must say I was glad not to face Chris Sale again. He’s one of the best pitchers I’ve ever seen. He’s like 6-6 and 150 pounds, just arms and legs. And he throws from way down here so it seems that every pitch is going behind me. His slider breaks about three feet. He starts the game throwing around 96 to 98 mph. He throws his change-up to lefties, too, which not a whole lot of guys do. He is so tough. To be honest, I’d put him right up there with Kershaw.
It’s nice to go into our off-day tomorrow on a high note (unlike our off-day on Monday . . . ) I will be at the Bayview YMCA in San Francisco from 12 to 1:30 supporting their Red Cross blood drive. Joaquin Arias will be there, too. Jalynne’s brother, Jeremy Dantzscher, works for the Red Cross in Southern California. He knows somebody here helping with the blood drive, and when he heard Joaquin was going over there, he asked if I’d go too.
Thanks for reading! Hopefully you’ll have a post from Belt soon. I know he’s been having tests to figure out why he’s still having concussion symptoms. I’m not having nearly as many laughs without my locker mate here. Hope he’s back soon.
August 13, 2014
I know the last two days against the Dodgers haven’t shown it, and we’re dealing with injuries to key guys, but we feel really strong starting the second half of the season. That 14-inning game in Philadelphia told you everything you need to know about this team: We battle. It’s kind of our signature since at least the 2012 post-season. Whether we’re struggling through a few-week stretch or a six-hour game, we fight.
I was happy to get that double in the top of the 14th to put us ahead. But I would have been happy with anybody getting a hit at that point. I received a lot of the credit after the game, but Buster’s home run in the ninth to tie the game was just as big or bigger than mine. Papelbon hadn’t given up a home run all season. And the bullpen was awesome — eight innings and they gave up only one run.
I’ve joked — well, I’m actually kind of serious — about wanting to pitch sometime in a game. But I knew Bochy had to go with Colvin or Blanco if the Phillies had tied it up in the bottom of the 14th and we went to the 15th. There were no position players left on the bench, so Timmy — who pitched the 14th — would have had to stay in the game and play the field. There’s no way Bochy could let me pitch and put Timmy at shortstop. He’d have to play in the outfield, so that meant either Colvin or Blanco would have to pitch. Luckily, it didn’t come to that.
You might have read about the virus or whatever that’s been lingering in the clubhouse for what seems like months now. I’ve had it at least a month if not more, and it’s finally gone. I think Miami shook it out of me. Or maybe it was the All-Star break. I spent the break very quietly, as I mentioned I would in my last post. I saw my grandma one day. Another day we went to Buster’s to hang out and let the kids play. Braylyn, who’s a year and a half, is still a little new to playing with other kids because she hasn’t had many opportunities. But she was good with Buster and Kristen’s twins, who are three. Javy and Renee Lopez were also there with their two kids — their son is almost two and their daughter is four, I think. (I’m not good at guessing ages.) Braylyn would go play with something and want to play by herself. Then she’d join the other kids. She loved the pool. Buster grilled up some hot dogs and hamburgers. It was just a really great, relaxing summer day. When you have so few off days, you really appreciate each one, especially the ones that aren’t crammed with errands and appointments.
So since have some down time during All-Star break, I’ve been feeling much better at the plate. My first at-bat in Miami was maybe my best at-bat all season. I stayed in against Eovaldi for 10 pitches before hitting a two-run homer on the 11th pitch, a 97-mph fastball. I was happy to fight off some pretty good pitches then square up like that. I hit balls hard in the series even if they didn’t translate into hits all the time. When I feel like that at the plate, I know the hits will start to come.
Playing the Dodgers this weekend got me thinking about my favorite Dodgers-Giants memories from when I was a kid. I kind of remember the Brian Johnson game in 1997 when he hit the game-winning home run in the 12th inning to sweep the Dodgers and move into a tie for first place. I’m pretty sure I was at Candlestick for the game that day, but I was really young so I don’t remember it well.
The moment I really remember from the Dodgers-Giants rivalry is kind of unusual. It was a single at-bat. Bonds was facing Cy Young winner Eric Gagne. It was early in the 2004 season. The Dodgers were ahead 3-0 in the ninth. One out. Runner at first. I was at the game with my dad. Gagne was throwing 100 mph fastballs, one after another. Every player not on the field hung over the dugout rails watching power against power.
Bonds fouled the first pitch past the Dodgers dugout.
Then he took a called strike inside — 99 mph.
Ball inside — 100 mph.
Foul into the stands behind the plate.
Towering foul into McCovey Cove off a 101-mph fastball.
Then Gagne threw another fastball — 100 mph this time. Bonds hit it into the center field bleachers.
I thought, “Wow.’’ Bonds just kept battling. The Giants lost, but I’ll never forget that at-bat.
(Full disclosure: I looked up the exact pitch sequence. I didn’t remember every single pitch.)
What’s your favorite Giants-Dodgers moment?
July 27, 2014
With the All-Star Game tonight, I was thinking about how I watched it as a kid. I was a huge Giants fan, but also a baseball fan in general. I liked seeing the players line up before the game because back then, before Twitter and MLB network, I didn’t necessarily know who had made the team.
I was one of those kids who collected all the players’ cards. I’m sure they’re all still at my parents’ house. My dad has plenty of cards and memorabilia that he hasn’t thrown away, so I’m sure he hasn’t thrown away mine. He collected cards from football, baseball, some basketball. He has a boxing glove signed by Muhammad Ali, a Joe Montana football, a lot of cool stuff he got signed at card shows.
That was a big thing for us, the card shows. I’d go with my dad even when I was really young. My dad tells the story of Gaylord Perry holding me as a toddler while my dad took a picture.
It’s kind of funny now going to those cards shows and being one of the people who are signing. The shows are a lot different now. My dad said he’d sit there and talk to a guy for a while because nobody else would be around. Now there’s so much security. They put us in the chairs and tell people no pictures except while we’re signing. They want to get as many people through as possible.
I hope people know it’s not the players refusing to take photos or take time to chat. It’s the people holding the event wanting it to move quickly. So it’s changed a bit since I was going to the shows with my dad. But it’s so cool just to be there and sign stuff for people who want my autograph. It’s cool to think my card might be in a kid’s binder or box.
For me, it’s still kind of amazing seeing Will Clark here in the clubhouse so often, and hitting with Barry Bonds in spring training, and seeing Willie Mays almost every day. I was able to get Mays to sign my dad’s copy of Sports Illustrated from 1970 with Mays on the cover for getting his 3,000th hit. And my dad got to sit with Willie McCovey for a few innings in spring training this year. He doesn’t get real excited about things, but he seemed pretty excited about that.
Thinking about the cards, I remember reading Sports Illustrated for Kids in elementary school. Every issue had nine cardboard cards that you tore out of the magazine. I collected those like I collected every other card. They’d have athletes from other sports — swimmers, basketball players, gymnasts. Years and years later, I was talking with Jalynne and she mentioned the name of a gymnast she knew through her sister (who was an Olympic gymnast). The name sounded familiar to me. Then I remembered.
“I think I have her card!’’
I’m sure I’ll watch the All-Star game tonight because I know we’ll be home. Other than visiting my grandparents in Lincoln (near Sacramento), we’re just hanging out and relaxing during the break. I didn’t watch the home run derby last night. What’s the point if Bum’s not in it? Jalynne leaves tomorrow for LA so she’ll be with her parents during our road trip. The team leaves for Miami Thursday morning.
See you at the park when we return. Thanks for reading.
I know you all are happy with MadBum for the grand slam today. I’m mad at him. I have two grand slams in my whole life. He has two this year! I’m never going to hear the end of it.
My two grand slams: One in Triple A, and one in high school. The one in high school was against Will Alvis. That’s Will Alvis. A-L-V-I-S. He’s one of my buddies now. I want to make sure everybody knows I hit a grand slam off him.
This win against the Diamondbacks was a great way to go into the break. Great offense, great defense, great pitching. As Bochy has said, we’ve been a Tale of Two Teams. But we can’t change that. Now we have to use this game as kind of a springboard into morphing back into the team we know we really are.
I was scratched from the lineup right before the game. I tweaked my back in batting practice and started spasming. It’s nothing new. It happens about twice a year. It almost happens in spring training because I’m not used to playing. That’s probably the reason it happened today, too. My body is not all the way back from my time off with the thumb injury.
I did treatment in the training room all afternoon, but nothing helped. I’m about to get on a plane back home to Texas tonight, so I’ll take a pain reliever. I’ll rest it over the next few days of the All-Star break, and it’ll be fine.
Haylee and I plan on setting up the baby’s room while we’re home. We’ve shipped a crib we bought here and a bunch of great stuff people gave Haylee at her baby shower a couple weeks ago. Those baby showers are pretty awesome. I’m not sure we have to buy anything!
The rest of the time at home we’ll hang out with family and friends and take it easy. We’ll have people over for a cook-out Tuesday and watch the All-Star Game. To be honest, I don’t know if I’d watch the game if my friends weren’t coming over. It might be nice to get away from baseball altogether for a couple days. But we’ll have a good time.
No movie reviews today. I drove to the theater Thursday night to see the new Planet of the Apes movie, but when I got there I was so tired I turned around and went home. I drove there again yesterday and when I pulled up, I said, “Nah.’’ Too many people, for one thing, and I just didn’t have the energy. I think I’m just not used to playing yet.
I’m empathizing a little more with Haylee and her tiredness being pregnant. If this keeps up, I’ll have to add another grade to my movie rating system: BA — Brandon Asleep.
Here are a few answers to your questions:
Yes, I read all the comments. I like reading them. I appreciate all the advice and suggestions and funny replies. Sorry I don’t answer all of them.
We don’t prank new players when they arrive. We wait until the end of the season. That way we can include the September call-ups. It’s not that bad: Mostly you just have to dress up in ridiculous outfits. The photos will be all over the internet, so you’ll get to see what we do. ICYMI, here’s a photo of me and Crawford in 2011.
No, I don’t like True Lies because of the hotel dance scene. But it’s pretty comical. It’s Jamie Lee Curtis stripping for her husband but she doesn’t know it’s her husband.
We did not name Lilly after the Pink Martini song. I’ve never heard it. I will try to check it out sometime soon.
That’s it! If I don’t get out of here right now, I’m going to miss my flight. Talk to you after the break!
If the National League wants to win the Home Run Derby, they should pick Hunter Pence to fill the last spot on the squad. Nobody hits home runs in BP like Hunter. He drops bombs out there every day. Morse, too. Morse hits them farther, but Hunter hits more on a day-to-day basis. It’s crazy. He just crushes them. He’d be an awesome home run derby participant. So I’m throwing it out there.
I’m not a BP home run hitter. When I get a home run, like I did in San Diego, it’s not because I’m swinging for the fences. I try to hit line drives, and some go out of the park. Right now, I’m still inconsistent at the plate after eight weeks out of the lineup. It’s frustrating because I want to be 100 percent right away to help the team, and my timing is still not completely back. You can only progress so far when you’re rehabbing in the minor leagues. Playing in Triple A and playing up here are two totally different things. You have to come back up here to make the adjustments.
One thing you might not know: When you’re the big leaguer rehabbing in the minors, you buy the spread. You order from a restaurant or whatever and pick up the tab. And you tip people for helping you out. In both Fresno and San Jose, I bought the spread and tipped the clubbies. You can rack up quite a bill on a rehab assignment. It’s a good incentive not to get hurt.
We’re going through such a tough stretch right now that you can forget one of the basic facts about baseball: It’s a long season. The way we’re playing right now is just that: right now. We’ll turn this thing around. We have to come ready to battle every day and do all the little things well and think only about how we can help the team win.
On Sunday in San Diego, I led off the sixth inning with a bunt. I know some people might have questioned that. I’ll tell you my thinking. The Padres had a shift on against me. There was a huge hole up the third-base line. If they’re going to give me room to bunt, I’m going to bunt if that is what can get me on base. That’s what this team needs right now — to get guys on base and score some runs. Do I want to bunt? Not really. But I want to do whatever I can to help the team. It didn’t work out, but that was my thinking.
Now to the movie reviews. I’ve seen a lot since my last post. For those who missed it, I have a new rating system. I now use a letter grade and a Haylee grade: Haylee awake (HA), Haylee sleeping (HS) or Haylee not available (HN/A).
22 Jump Street: One of the best sequels I’ve seen. Hilarious. You should see it.
Rating: A- and HA (and LHAO).
Cold in July: I watched this in the hotel in San Diego but I couldn’t finish because it still wasn’t over at 1:30 a.m. and I had to get some sleep. The next night we didn’t get home in enough time to finish it. But I liked it enough to share it with you. It takes place in East Texas, though I couldn’t figure out where. There’s a robber who comes to this guy’s house. The guy kills the robber. Then the dad of the robber comes back and tries to kill the guy as revenge for killing his son. Come to find out later it wasn’t really his son that died. It’s the police setting all this stuff up. It’s complicated. An actor named Don Johnson plays a detective. I’ve seen him in other movies, and he’s really good in this one.
Tammy: It was absolutely terrible. Haylee wasn’t feeling it; I wasn’t feeling it. I said, “Do you want to go?’’ We walked out. I was also a little tired. We had just gotten back to Alamo from San Diego and went to the 9 o’clock showing. Melissa McCarthy was so funny in her last movie, but this was bad.
Rating: F and HA (but not interested).
Divergent: It takes place sometime in the future. People are given roles in society, and they take these tests to figure out what their role should be. This girl is tested and she doesn’t fit into any role, so she’s what they call a divergent. They try do away with these people because they can’t control them. So it’s her dealing with that the entire movie, going through tons of stuff. It’s pretty cool. I’m guessing there will be sequels. I’ll watch the next one, for sure.
Rating: B and HS. (It was kind of late at night and it was a two-hour movie.)
The Other Woman: It had terrible reviews, but I heard a lot of women say they loved it. It wasn’t that great. It didn’t make me laugh that much. I’m also not a huge Cameron Diaz person. Leslie Mann’s all right for the most part. Just not my cup of tea.
Rating: C and HS. (Again it was late.)
Transcendence: These people upload a guy’s consciousness onto a computer because he has a brilliant mind and he’s about to die. When his consciousness is let loose over the internet for the whole word to use, he has unlimited capability to do whatever. He makes advances in the medical field and things like that, but after a while he starts taking advantage of it and doing more harm than good. They have to kind of take care of the situation. It stars Johnny Depp and the girl from The Town.
Rating: C+ and HA.
I also watched Phenomenon with John Travolta the other night for the 10 millionth time, and it’s still great. It’s funny. It’s dramatic. It’s not my favorite movie, but it’s one I can watch over and over. I like the soundtrack, too. I watched True Lies again, too, with Arnold Schwarzenegger and Jamie Lee Curtis. Really good movie.
Update on Lilly: She’s good. No more diarrhea. But she took the longest dump today at the park. She pooped, was finished, then she did it like five more times. She wouldn’t stop. Five right in a row. By the end it was just little bitty ones coming out. It was just ridiculous.
We’re taking Lilly to Texas with us for the All-Star break. We tried out a tranquilizer on her because she got so anxious on the plane last time. We gave her half a tablet (which we got from the vet) to see how she responded. It’s supposed to take 20 to 30 minutes to kick in. Ten minutes later, she squatted to take a pee and just fell over and continued to pee on herself. Not sure what that means for flying.
July 10, 2014
There’s a lot to catch up on. It was great, of course, to win the last two games in San Diego. I’ve been pretty awful at the plate, so I was really happy to make the play in the ninth on Saturday to keep the winning run from scoring. Belt ought to thank me for giving him a chance to hit the two-run homer in the 10th. Nice to have him back, by the way. Looking forward to getting Pagan back soon, too, and hopefully Scutaro, too.
Do I think the team meeting we had on Friday made a difference over the weekend? I do. As we told the media, we talked about having fun and being excited for each other. We were doing more of that earlier in the season. I’m not sure if we started taking things for granted. Of course, it’s kind of a chicken and egg thing. Are we a little flat because we’ve lost a little of our enthusiasm? Or are we not showing as much enthusiasm because there is less to be enthusiastic about?
Now to answer some of your questions and comments.
It was really cool. Braylyn loved all the dogs. I had the opportunity to walk with one of the guide dogs while wearing a blindfold. I have to tell you, it requires a lot of faith. The dogs know exactly what they’re doing — they can tell you when you’re at a curb, or if there’s something in your way, even if a tree branch is hanging low. But I didn’t know the dog’s signals so I wasn’t a very good partner. It’s crazy how fast you think you’re walking when you have a blindfold on. And I kept walking toward the left because it felt like the dog was pulling me that way even though he wasn’t. A really interesting experience.
What did I do July 4th in San Diego?
I watched fireworks with Jalynne and the girls from our hotel window.
How do I keep my composure during a no-hitter or perfect game?
It’s a lot easier during a no-hitter. You’re rooting for your pitcher just like the fans are, so you’re kind of nervous for him. If there’s a ground ball you want to make the play for him. You’d rather the scorekeeper give you an error than have it mess up a no-hitter. It’s way more nerve-wracking in perfect game. If you make an error, you’ve messed it up. In Cain’s perfect game, that’s probably the most nervous I’ve ever been in a game — more than the World Series, anything. I went in cold off the bench in the seventh inning as a defensive replacement. Arias started at shortstop that game, then moved to third when Pablo came out. Sometimes a ball can take a bad hop and hit you in the chest and suddenly you’re the guy who messed up the perfect game. I fielded one grounder and made the play.
Do players talk of a perfect game or a no-hitter in the dugout?
Sometimes it sneaks up on you. I didn’t realize Timmy had a no-hitter til the fifth or sixth inning. I remember seeing a hard hit and thinking, “They haven’t had a baserunner for a while.’’ I looked up at the scoreboard. “OK, that’s probably why. They have no hits.’’ As for not talking about in the dugout, I didn’t use the word no-hitter but I think I might have said, “Timmy has more hits than the Padres.’’
Did my dad ever coach me in Little League?
Was it beneficial?
Yes, but it didn’t always feel that way at the time. He was always hardest on me, but that probably made me better. I’d play harder because I wanted him to get off my back!
And people can say you’re a starter or you made the All-Star team because your dad’s the coach. That made me work harder to prove that wasn’t the case. My dad is not my coach any more but he still tells me stuff. Once a coach, always a coach.
Is there any sort of hierarchy for calling fly balls?
Good question. There is a hierarchy. The center fielder has priority over everybody — outfielders and infielders. Outfielders have priority over infielders. If there’s a popup between the OF and the IF, it’s an easier play for the OF. The shortstop has priority over all infielders. If the ball’s near second base and the shortstop is calling for it, he has priority. If it’s in shallow left field behind third base, and I’m calling for it, Pablo backs off. Infielders have priority over the catcher. And everybody has priority over the pitcher. A pitcher would catch a fly ball only if it’s a low pop-up that only he can reach. You don’t see it very often.
How do the players get to the ballpark?
And leaving after the game? Do you have drivers or do you drive yourself? We drive ourselves. There’s a parking lot for the players.
Thanks for reading and for leaving all the comments and questions. Looking forward to our four games against the A’s!
July 7, 2014