Win 4, lose 1
I've been way too busy to update. My Arizona game was brilliant. I got the win AND Brett got his first save as a Giant! You can't imagine how great that was. I'm proud of us. The team as a whole has been doing pretty well, Moises out there kicking pitcher ass, Omar and Ray great on the D, and Sanchez ... well, he's been hot and cold, but that sure was a cool steal the other day. We did lose last night, but my new mantra is, "At least it's not 16-0."
Boy howdy did we all get plastered last night. I started out at a pitcher's gathering but then I got pissed at Schmidty for something he said to Brett and I basically didn't talk to him all night. I'm not usually one for giving the silent treatment but rubbing it in someone's face that they've gotten demoted just goes too far. I believe in civilized behavior off the field. The whole thing was kind of awkward for a few reasons. Mike is a bit mopey but I'm not getting into that. He got what was coming to him if you ask me--though I still don't think he knew about the bullpen news--but before that, playing with someone's feelings the way he did... wait, I wasn't going to get into it, was I.
Anyway, so I bailed out of there and called around to see what else was going on, and I found the bullpen party at Denny's. Walker took up about half the booth, but he says a closer has to be large in order to intimidate guys when he's on the mound. I can see that. So I didn't mind much that even though I ordered a side of fries, Ty ate them all. I especially wasn't feeling like eating after I saw what Little Scotty Munter was choking down the hatch. I've never been so glad that I shared a room with "Captain Jack" and not Munter. I wonder if Eyre survived all the puking that was probably going on in their hotel room that night. Then again, never mind--Eyre was probably just watching Nickelodeon, oblivious to anything else.
That's all from here, we see the Madres one more time and try to take that series, then it's home! I'm sure that punk Haren will have some things to say to me the minute we roll back into town. Once we were sitting around on someone's porch getting drunk and we came up with this idea to pitch as each other sometime when we faced each other in a Battle of the Bay. "Starting pitcher for the Giants, Noah Lowry"--but it would actually be him. How funny would that be?! I kind of wish we'd done it last Sunday, actually.
Boy howdy did we all get plastered last night. I started out at a pitcher's gathering but then I got pissed at Schmidty for something he said to Brett and I basically didn't talk to him all night. I'm not usually one for giving the silent treatment but rubbing it in someone's face that they've gotten demoted just goes too far. I believe in civilized behavior off the field. The whole thing was kind of awkward for a few reasons. Mike is a bit mopey but I'm not getting into that. He got what was coming to him if you ask me--though I still don't think he knew about the bullpen news--but before that, playing with someone's feelings the way he did... wait, I wasn't going to get into it, was I.
Anyway, so I bailed out of there and called around to see what else was going on, and I found the bullpen party at Denny's. Walker took up about half the booth, but he says a closer has to be large in order to intimidate guys when he's on the mound. I can see that. So I didn't mind much that even though I ordered a side of fries, Ty ate them all. I especially wasn't feeling like eating after I saw what Little Scotty Munter was choking down the hatch. I've never been so glad that I shared a room with "Captain Jack" and not Munter. I wonder if Eyre survived all the puking that was probably going on in their hotel room that night. Then again, never mind--Eyre was probably just watching Nickelodeon, oblivious to anything else.
That's all from here, we see the Madres one more time and try to take that series, then it's home! I'm sure that punk Haren will have some things to say to me the minute we roll back into town. Once we were sitting around on someone's porch getting drunk and we came up with this idea to pitch as each other sometime when we faced each other in a Battle of the Bay. "Starting pitcher for the Giants, Noah Lowry"--but it would actually be him. How funny would that be?! I kind of wish we'd done it last Sunday, actually.