So as everyone knows, the National League once again got their behinds handed to them at the All-Star Game. I tried to find a picture of the NL players looking all depressed after losing but, well, I couldn’t, so I picked this picture of the AL celebrating to a) punish the NL players and b) celebrate the awesome that is Jason Bartlett. Because, really.
What else happened during the All-Star Break?
1: I went through Troy Tulowitzki withdrawal. It was horrid.
2: I actually did things with my family in the evening, like watching He’s Just Not That Into You. Which also happens to be the story of my life. Except the happy ending.
3: I tried to catch up on In Plain Sight and only made it through two and a half episodes.
4: I got so bored with the Home Run Derby that I simply quit watching. I don’t think I’ve ever done that with a baseball event. I did fall asleep during a Yankees-Red Sox game on ESPN, but I was so sleep-deprived. But honestly, the HR Derby was boring, especially after last year’s Josh Hamilton Show. That was long but it was fun. And last year and the year before I actually had people to cheer for–Hambone last year, Matty in 2007. It’s got to be cut down from three rounds to like, two. Or stopped entirely. I’ve heard stories of post-HR Derby slumps and ruined swings. Just open BP to the fans and they’ll pay for tickets to that too. The really positive thing about it is all the money State Farm donates, but they’d come up with another way.
5: A friend of mine started her own MLBlog, Life in Purple Pinstripes. And yes, I’ll keep plugging it until everyone is commenting.
And then the game happened, and if you follow me on Twitter, you know exactly how I felt… up until about the seventh inning, when Twitter decided I had updated too much and cut me off. That made me super angry. It finally let me back three hours later even though it said I’d tweeted too much in one hour, but, whatever. I had used up all my expletives for the day anyway, and it forced me to take a step back and cool down–but the profanity still stands. ******* National League.
I was so furious with Carl Crawford. I love him because he’s from Houston, and I love the Rays anyway, but nothing made me more angry that night when he stole Hawper’s homer. He dropped his hand over the bullpen fence and BROUGHT IT BACK. THAT WAS A HOMER. Hawper, ilu. You did what you were supposed to, sweetie. Anybody else playing left never would have brought that back. Don’t worry about it, darlin’. We of the Colorado persuasion still adore you.
I was also frustrated that Hunter Pence didn’t get a chance to play. It was his first ASG ever, and as Alyson could tell you, he was so ridiculously excited. Poor thing. I loved seeing him in the dugout, all wide-eyed. I wanted to give him a hug, despite his ridiculous rally-hawk which can be seen on my Flickr.
All in all, the All-Star break was gross. Four days without seeing my boys, the HR Derby was pathetic, and the ASG made me furious.
In other news…
This is my 100th entry. Kind of sad considering I’ve been around since last April. So to see how far I’ve come, I’ll post the self-survey I did in my first entry and then I’ll re-answer all the questions and see how I’ve changed.
Favorite seats in MMP: Section 405, row 3, seat 7
‘Stro: J.R. Towles. I got a picture with him at Spring Training.
WOW. And it used to be Luke Scott but… sniff. And I LOVE Jack
Cassel. He’s SO NICE!
Favorite MLB player: Troy Tulowitzki. Got a
picture with him on Saturday. DOUBLE WOW. Except he thinks I’m weird
because I was there for all three games… which is okay. Brad Hawpe
thinks I’m cool.
Other favorite teams: Rockies, Tigers, Broncos,
Texans, Cowboys, Chargers, Aggies (WHOOP!). No, I don’t care about
basketball or hockey.
Favorite show on ESPN: Baseball Tonight, obviously.
Favorite baseball stat (I’m a SABRhead): WHIP! I don’t know why.
I love getting autographs. Mostly I get Astros autographs, but this
past weekend I spent about six hours total getting Rockies autographs
(my other favorite team! NO, I’m not a bandwagon fan). I went to
Spring Training in 2008 and got more autographs than I got all last
season at MMP. I take my camera with me and snag pictures of the boys
of summer as they sign for fans, and if there aren’t many other people
I might get a picture with one of them. However, I’ve already got J.R.
and Tulo, so who else do I need? That’s right, no one. Except maybe
Name: Kylie, yeah, that hasn’t changed.
Favorite seats in MMP: Section 405, anywhere.
‘Stro: Hunter. JR isn’t really a ‘Stro anymore.
Favorite Rockie: had to add this, considering I’m not an Astros blogger anymore. Definitely Troyness.
Favorite MLB player: still Troy. Still love Luke Scott, and he’s doing really well. Also love Tim(meh) Lincecum and Clayton Kershaw 😀
Other favorite teams: I have a big fat ugly soft spot for everyone in the NL West. It’s awful. Love the Orioles, if only because of Cal Ripken Jr. and Luke Scott. Proud of the Rays.
Favorite show on ESPN: Baseball Tonight, despite their obvious disdain of the Astros and Rox and complete failure to mention 70% of Troy’s homers.
Favorite baseball stat: WHIP. Why did I have this question, anyway?
I still love getting autographs. Most of all, I love talking to the guys. I love having Tim Byrdak tell me that LASIK is amazing and I should get it, and don’t worry because there’s Valium involved and you won’t feel a thing. I hate that I can’t watch commercials on MLB.tv. I’m still moving to CO in August.
– Can’t wait to hang out with Kaybee, Hyun Young, and Jen on Saturday! We’ll have a ton of fun. I bought my tickets for section 122, but knowing Petco I’ll just sit behind the visitors’ dugout.
– I’m trying to toss together a little birthday party for myself the first weekend of September at a Rox game. My birthday’s actually August 30 but they’ll be in Frisco. Anybody who can come, please do. I’d love to see as many of y’all as possible.
– Move-in day is August 21, and my dad and I are planning to go to a game either that night or the night before. Anybody who’ll be there, let me know! I’d love to meet you (but not ditch my poor dad).
– I’ve been worried about Aaron Cook these last few starts, especially this one that I’m watching right now. I don’t like what I’m seeing and I’m going to leave this game to go watch my family play Monopoly, because I’m lame and ditched them to write this blog and watch the game. I suck.
photo courtesy of Reuters
So you may or may not have known that I went to Petco (or PETCO, but that looks dumb) Park last Thursday, July 2. Well, I did. And Jen was there too. And… it was a very interesting day.
I started out by the players’ entrance in hopes of acquiring autographs. By the way, if you’re going to do that, please have no reservations about feeling absolutely creepy. Because wow, I felt so stalkerish hanging out there.
It was weird. We saw big Escalades drive up, visiting players in taxis, new Lexuses with the paper plates indicating their freshness from the Lexus plant. We saw one player pull up with his wife in the passenger seat, and then saw her leave a few minutes later. If I were married to a ballplayer, say, Tulo, I would want to be there for all of his games to support him, plus, I love baseball anyway. But this player maybe has kids at home that his wife needed to pick up or take care of, since it was 9:30 in the morning anyway.
The one sighting that made me the happiest was David Eckstein. He drove up in his little fuel-efficient sedan, waved, and went inside. Three minutes later, he popped back out and chatted and signed and took pictures for as long as we wanted. I also got some encounters with other important, well-dressed men, but you’ll have to go to my Flickr to see those because I haven’t got the patience to deal with Moveable Type right now. I’ve got pictures of the bee swarm, the park itself, the skyline… one picture I have to put up right now is the “rammycackle” picture, because I’m begging for help. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? They put it up randomly in the home half of the second and I have had no luck whatsoever attempting to decipher it. Padres fans, help me!
The Astros won, despite the swarm that took over the outfield and a ballgirl’s jacket. Petco looks a lot smaller in person than it does on TV, but we had a ton of fun and it’s extremely beautiful. I didn’t get sunburned like I did at Dodger Stadium, and my arms are actually turning tan instead of crimson. A great time was had by all, and then it was time for the drive back to LA.
In other news…
I’ve never been a big All-Star Game follower or voter. I mean, yeah, I watch it and I get into it, but you won’t catch me submitting hundreds of votes like the people I met at Minute Maid who take boxes of ballots and punch them during the game. I become particularly frustrated with the National League because players who are not all-stars (Kosuke Fukudome, for example, last year) are voted in by players who vote for popularity and not for good players, which leads to disappointing performance by the NL. However, this year I have been stunned by the sheer talent of the National League roster and while I don’t want to jinx us, I feel better about our chances.
Most importantly #1, Manny Ramírez was not voted in. Thank God.
Most importantly #2, HAWPER AND MARQUIS. Not only does Hawper have the fourth-highest (at last check) batting average in the NL, but he’s also a spectacular outfielder. Jason Marquis is now in a league of his own as the only pitcher in the Major Leagues with eleven wins to his name. Way to go, Jason and Hawper. Y’all deserve it.
Also, Tim Lincecum. Who I absolutely love and/or adore.
– If everything goes exactly to plan, I’ll be in San Diego for the game on July 18th against the Rockies. However, this plan depends on circumstances beyond my personal control, so for now I can only hope. I should know by tomorrow if I’m staying or going, and if I’m not staying I go back home on Thursday.
– I’m going to NYC, hopefully sometime before I leave for school. Hopefully ASAP, but I’d also like to see the Mets and Yankees play, so I’m trying to find a weekend when they’re both home.
– The weekend I get up to school, August 21-23, the Rox are in town and I’d like to have an early birthday celebration by going to one of the games. I’d like anybody who’s in town to come, so please think about that. It will probably be the 21st, but if that weekend doesn’t work, I’ll plan for it later in September. My birthday is August 30th but they’re in San Fran that weekend.
– Also, if I stay here for that Padres/Rox game, I will probably do some extra traveling, so stay tuned for further updates. I also might have some exciting news to announce in the next few days but then again, it might not happen. We’ll see.
– My blog titles suck lately. I apologize.
…I wish I could hate you.
You didn’t purposefully do anything to lose the game–that would have been silly. You were just nervous–I would have been too.
But, oh, Dan Uggla.
If you didn’t have those huge doe eyes, I would hate you. But I can’t. I wish I could hate you like I hate Aaron Rowand for flying out in the bottom of the ninth with two outs and bases loaded last ASG–yeah, I remember crap like that. I hold grudges, and I will until the National League wins another All-Star Game (yeah, right).
But those eyes… they cut me to the core.
So I’ll simply settle for feeling really, really sorry for you and wanting to adopt your adorable child. And maybe someday I’ll meet you and give you a hug. That would be fun!
…but Josh Hamilton won in my heart.
The Derby has stupid rules.
I loooove the new “there’s only one October” commercial. Cute guys are so much better than screaming ones–remember the one last year? “THERE’S ONLY ONE OCTOBER AND IT’S NOT GOING TO WASHINGTON D.C. TO TAKE BACK THE WHITE HOUSE BECAUSE THE NATIONALS ARE AWFUL AND YEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!” Yeah. That one. That guy gave me nightmares. And the whole “Actober” campaign was really dumb.
Can’t wait for the game tonight. Woo hoo.
The best part about the All-Star break?
Neither the Astros nor the Rockies can lose any games.
…so why do I keep watching the game?!
Yes, I know I haven’t updated in, like, six years. I was gone all weekend.
The Astros have been winning some games–fell to the Braves but hey, at least we beat the worst team in the NL East, right?
TRADE ROY. RIGHT THIS SECOND.
I didn’t realize Matt Holliday’s agent was Scott Boras. Major crapola.
TRADE FUENTES. AHORITA.
I’m going to be going on quite a hiatus. I’m gone Tuesday-Thursday of this week, then I’m gone Sunday-Sunday. I’ll be back for a week (sorta, I’ll be in Denver with my laptop), and then that Sunday I leave again for two weeks to a place where I will have no cell phone, no TV, no Internet. I’m having my family mail me box scores and wraps, because I will go insane if I don’t get my baseball fix.
I LOVE THE ALL-STAR BREAK. Dunno why. The game is dumb. But Matty is starting.
Sorry for the random collection of thoughts. I’ve had about twelve hours of sleep total since Friday.