I will write more about this tomorrow, but good God, Sabes! 6.5 million for Miguel Tejada??
I'm trying very hard to see the bright side in this. I'm squinting.
Nothing.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
What Kind of Traitor is Juan Uribe?
How to put into context the great betrayal of Juan Uribe? The man who won the hearts of the greatest city in the world and then decided to jump ship to the 3rd best National League team in the state because he wants to date Rhianna's younger sister?
We could compare Juan Uribe to other sports traitors. Johnny Damon jumps to mind as a classic comparison. Lebron James is probably an over-reaction although at least he didnt' leave Cleveland for its arch-rival (which is, um, Youngstown State, I think). On the other hand, John Buck leaving Toronto for the Marlins is probably an under-reaction.
Instead, I think we should explore the world of movies to determine just what kind of traitor Juan Uribe really is.
Keyzer Soze - The Usual Suspects
On principle, I won't reveal who Keyzer Soze really is because this movie is way too awesome to be ruined. But picture a group of people all fighting for survival as a unit, overcoming lots of long odds (think bad hitting or, say, the feds), only to find out that they've been played by an international crime lord in their midst who then pretty much, well, kills them all.
Uribe-Meter: Too heavy. Unless Pablo ends up with a steak knife in his back and Huff has an "accident" while fishing off San Pedro.
Message: If somebody tells you that you can make a lot of money by robbing a ship full of cocaine and killing a bunch of Hungarian and/or Argentinian drug runners, you should probably tell them you're busy.
Secondary Thought: What if Uribe grew his hair out like that picture of Soze? How awesome would that be?
GOLLUM - Lord of the Rings
This is the kind of traitor who drags it out to the end....is he with us or against us? Look, he's so cute! He's eating a fish! Oh crap he's trying to throw me into the fires of Mount Doom! So it works in a way. It's like Uribe was walking around pretending not to be able to speak english, wearing his cool yellow hair, hitting homeruns, kickin ass, and then suddenly he turns to us and says "Filthy Giantesesses. Uribe will take the precious!"
Uribe-Meter: Eh. It only works if he later reveals that he only stayed with us last year because he wanted a "ring" and that he wanted to be a Dodger all along.
Message: If you're not sure whether to trust your best friend or a bizarre creature who keeps trying to kill you, you probably shouldn't be entrusted with the ring of power.
Secondary Message: If you can photo shop a picture of Juan Uribe eating a fish with his teeth, I will make you Vice President of my blog.
Elsa the Nazi - Indiana Jones
You're super into this woman, and she's super hot (although that picture doesn't really do her justice...she looks more like some people my grandfather hung out with in Scottsdale). Things are going well. No, wait, she's a Nazi and she's going to try to kill you and your dad, who by the way is Sean Connery. How cool is that? Maybe next time go for that chick you met on Cupid.com.
Well, the problem with this one is that Robert the Bruce Jr. comes around in the end. Turns out, he's the narrator the whole time! Crazy! So this would only work if Uribe goes to the Dodgers, spends like 3 days there, and then yells at his agent, straps on his old Giants uniform and some badass cleats, and then runs at Matt Kemp with a sword and screams "FREEDOM!" Not likely. More likely is that he is Robert the Bruce, but not, sadly, Jr. 
"Why, oh why didn't I take the blue pill?" 
Nah, probably too much of a stretch. I just liked the picture.
We could compare Juan Uribe to other sports traitors. Johnny Damon jumps to mind as a classic comparison. Lebron James is probably an over-reaction although at least he didnt' leave Cleveland for its arch-rival (which is, um, Youngstown State, I think). On the other hand, John Buck leaving Toronto for the Marlins is probably an under-reaction.
Instead, I think we should explore the world of movies to determine just what kind of traitor Juan Uribe really is.
Keyzer Soze - The Usual Suspects
On principle, I won't reveal who Keyzer Soze really is because this movie is way too awesome to be ruined. But picture a group of people all fighting for survival as a unit, overcoming lots of long odds (think bad hitting or, say, the feds), only to find out that they've been played by an international crime lord in their midst who then pretty much, well, kills them all.
Uribe-Meter: Too heavy. Unless Pablo ends up with a steak knife in his back and Huff has an "accident" while fishing off San Pedro.
Message: If somebody tells you that you can make a lot of money by robbing a ship full of cocaine and killing a bunch of Hungarian and/or Argentinian drug runners, you should probably tell them you're busy.
Secondary Thought: What if Uribe grew his hair out like that picture of Soze? How awesome would that be?
GOLLUM - Lord of the Rings
This is the kind of traitor who drags it out to the end....is he with us or against us? Look, he's so cute! He's eating a fish! Oh crap he's trying to throw me into the fires of Mount Doom! So it works in a way. It's like Uribe was walking around pretending not to be able to speak english, wearing his cool yellow hair, hitting homeruns, kickin ass, and then suddenly he turns to us and says "Filthy Giantesesses. Uribe will take the precious!"
Uribe-Meter: Eh. It only works if he later reveals that he only stayed with us last year because he wanted a "ring" and that he wanted to be a Dodger all along.
Message: If you're not sure whether to trust your best friend or a bizarre creature who keeps trying to kill you, you probably shouldn't be entrusted with the ring of power.
Secondary Message: If you can photo shop a picture of Juan Uribe eating a fish with his teeth, I will make you Vice President of my blog.
Elsa the Nazi - Indiana Jones
You're super into this woman, and she's super hot (although that picture doesn't really do her justice...she looks more like some people my grandfather hung out with in Scottsdale). Things are going well. No, wait, she's a Nazi and she's going to try to kill you and your dad, who by the way is Sean Connery. How cool is that? Maybe next time go for that chick you met on Cupid.com.
Uribe Meter- Uh, zero. Plus the Dodgers aren't as bad as the Nazis. If I repeat that enough, I will force myself to almost believe it.
Message: There are lots of good women out there. Nobody needs to date a Nazi OR a Dodger fan. Ok, guys?
Robert the Bruce Jr. - Braveheart
Robert the Bruce Jr. - Braveheart
Well, the problem with this one is that Robert the Bruce Jr. comes around in the end. Turns out, he's the narrator the whole time! Crazy! So this would only work if Uribe goes to the Dodgers, spends like 3 days there, and then yells at his agent, straps on his old Giants uniform and some badass cleats, and then runs at Matt Kemp with a sword and screams "FREEDOM!" Not likely. More likely is that he is Robert the Bruce, but not, sadly, Jr.
Uribe Meter: For Robert the Bruce Sr., pretty high. Except again the problem is that Uribe left AFTER the good guys won. It'd be like if Scotland gained its independence and THEN Robert the Bruce got all friendly with the King.
Message: If it's like 1200 something or like 1500 something, try not to live on the English Isles.
Secondary Thought: Oh God. The Padres are going to bring up a new reliever. And his name is going to be Robert the Bruce. I'm going to be ill.
CYPHER - The Matrix
CYPHER - The Matrix
"Why, oh why didn't I take the blue pill?"
Because you had heart.
Because you had the Giants in your blood.
Because you were real, man.
Like I said, enjoy the steak. It's not real.
Uribe-Meter: Ding ding ding! I think this is our winner. Passing up on what his soul knows is right to do what his head tells him is more advantageous.
Message: If you're going to take the blue pill, fine. Take the blue pill. But don't take the red pill and then complain about the choice you made.
PETER PETTIGREW - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
PETER PETTIGREW - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Nah, probably too much of a stretch. I just liked the picture.
Vote in the poll at the bottom of the screen for your choice!
Monday, November 29, 2010
Breaking News: Juan Uribe About To Break Our Hearts
ESPN is reporting that Juan Uribe is near a 3 year deal with the....
with the...
I'm sorry. I'm having trouble saying it.
With these losers:
with the...
I'm sorry. I'm having trouble saying it.
With these losers:
Why, Juan? Why would you do this?
We loved you so much despite the fact that you hack like a computer nerd in his parent's basement. Despite the fact that you try to pull every pitch, including pitches that are part of an intentional walk.
Now the greatest moment of the NLCS will forever be tainted. You're the Johnny Damon of the West Coast. Do this deal, and we will clap for you once, the first time you come back to SF, and then never again. You will always, afterwards, be a Dodger.
My next post will be dedicated to movie characters who have pulled crap like this.
The guy from the Matrix jumps to mind.
Enjoy the steak, Juan. It's not real. You took the blue pill.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Offseason Preview Continued: The Bullpen
A relief pitcher really breaks down into 5 categories, when you think really hard about it.
1. Lights-Out: When they give up a run, you're shocked. When you have to face them, you're pretty much sure that you're going to get shut down, especially when you're sending up a bunch of goobers like Nate Schierholtz, Mike Fontenot, and Travis Ishikawa. Isn't that who batted in pretty much every 9th inning for the Giants this year?
2. Specialist: The lefty you bring in to face lefties. He's great, but you can't bring him in to just pitch an inning. Only if the opponents' 89 year old manager is silly enough to bat his two lefty stars back to back in the lineup even though he knows you, Mr. Specialist, are going to strike them both out on 87mph sliders.
3. Hard-throwing Psychopath: This guy really brings the heat. 98, 99. But he's not a closer. Or a starter. Or even a set-up man. Why? Because between pitches he prays to a Chilean Rooster Deity and he can't throw strikes and his other pitch, a slideycurveychange, usually gets hit about 800 feet.
4. Trickeration Dude: This guy can't throw harder than 90, but he starts his windup with his head between his knees, his pitches break the wrong direction, and his "fastball" drops like 4 feet. But when he hangs a pitch....
5. Mr. Whitey McAverage: Every team has one of these guys. Fastball at 90. Average curveball. Average changeup. Average facial hair. Teams pitch these guys when they run out of the other four categories.
So the Giants have a Category 1 (WILSON)
A Category 2 (LOPEZ)
A Category 3 (CASILLA)
A Category 4 (ROMO)
A Category 5 (RAY)
They have Ramirez, who is 5 at his worst and some combination of 2/3/4 at his best.
They have Affeldt who is either 2 or 5 depending on how he's pitching.
They have Runzler who is 5 until he puts it together at which point he will be a starter and we will pay him $140 million over 7 years.
And Mota, who is too old to fit into any of the categories. Actually he's category 6.
6. Guys who are so old and have pitched for so many teams that if you tried to guess all the teams they played for you would forget like 7 teams.
The bottom line is that the Giants are set in the bullpen if they can bring back Lopez. And they should bring back Casilla (both are arbitration eligible). Same with Ramon Ramirez who struggled in the playoffs but had a .68 era with the Giants in the regular season and has nasty stuff. In some ways, the bullpen discussion is even more boring than the rotation discussion because we can't make fun of Zito.
Mota is a free agent and should be allowed to walk. Ray is arbitration eligible and I think the Giants will bring him back though he struggled. Sabes: just because he's all you got for Bengie Molina doesn't mean we have to keep him around. What we got by trading Bengie Molina was, oh, I dont' know, a Rookie of the Year catcher, a new star, a world championship, lots of wins...I dont' think Chris Ray is what made that deal a success. But whatever.
Who am I to argue? After all, I love pitchers with two first names. Like Brian Wilson. And, um, Jeremy Affeldt.
1. Lights-Out: When they give up a run, you're shocked. When you have to face them, you're pretty much sure that you're going to get shut down, especially when you're sending up a bunch of goobers like Nate Schierholtz, Mike Fontenot, and Travis Ishikawa. Isn't that who batted in pretty much every 9th inning for the Giants this year?
2. Specialist: The lefty you bring in to face lefties. He's great, but you can't bring him in to just pitch an inning. Only if the opponents' 89 year old manager is silly enough to bat his two lefty stars back to back in the lineup even though he knows you, Mr. Specialist, are going to strike them both out on 87mph sliders.
3. Hard-throwing Psychopath: This guy really brings the heat. 98, 99. But he's not a closer. Or a starter. Or even a set-up man. Why? Because between pitches he prays to a Chilean Rooster Deity and he can't throw strikes and his other pitch, a slideycurveychange, usually gets hit about 800 feet.
4. Trickeration Dude: This guy can't throw harder than 90, but he starts his windup with his head between his knees, his pitches break the wrong direction, and his "fastball" drops like 4 feet. But when he hangs a pitch....
5. Mr. Whitey McAverage: Every team has one of these guys. Fastball at 90. Average curveball. Average changeup. Average facial hair. Teams pitch these guys when they run out of the other four categories.
So the Giants have a Category 1 (WILSON)
A Category 2 (LOPEZ)
A Category 3 (CASILLA)
A Category 4 (ROMO)
A Category 5 (RAY)
They have Ramirez, who is 5 at his worst and some combination of 2/3/4 at his best.
They have Affeldt who is either 2 or 5 depending on how he's pitching.
They have Runzler who is 5 until he puts it together at which point he will be a starter and we will pay him $140 million over 7 years.
And Mota, who is too old to fit into any of the categories. Actually he's category 6.
6. Guys who are so old and have pitched for so many teams that if you tried to guess all the teams they played for you would forget like 7 teams.
The bottom line is that the Giants are set in the bullpen if they can bring back Lopez. And they should bring back Casilla (both are arbitration eligible). Same with Ramon Ramirez who struggled in the playoffs but had a .68 era with the Giants in the regular season and has nasty stuff. In some ways, the bullpen discussion is even more boring than the rotation discussion because we can't make fun of Zito.
Mota is a free agent and should be allowed to walk. Ray is arbitration eligible and I think the Giants will bring him back though he struggled. Sabes: just because he's all you got for Bengie Molina doesn't mean we have to keep him around. What we got by trading Bengie Molina was, oh, I dont' know, a Rookie of the Year catcher, a new star, a world championship, lots of wins...I dont' think Chris Ray is what made that deal a success. But whatever.
Who am I to argue? After all, I love pitchers with two first names. Like Brian Wilson. And, um, Jeremy Affeldt.
Friday, November 26, 2010
A Thanksgiving Poem
We here at 24 Days of Magic are thankful for many things, not the least of which was that 10-game Padre losing streak back in late August. We even wrote a poem about the 10 pitchers who beat the Padres during that stretch:
First off, Ian Kennedy's the best
Even though his team was worst in the West
The word for cool is "Chad Durban"
if you look it up in the dictionary that is Urban
Joe Blanton is kinda chubby
and my friend Becky wishes Cole Hamels was her hubby
What really I must truly ponder
Is how the Padres lost to Joe Saunders
Kennedy again, like the 60's, yo
Barry Enright's momma admits he's a bit slow
But what really must have left the Hairstons shook
is losing at home to Aaron Cook
Jason Hammel was next to whip
the lovable losable Padres ship
Finally the last was Jorge De La Rosa
Nothing rhymes with that. Seriously. I spent like 15 minutes on this. I'm stopping now.
Note:
Yesterday I told Jamie that I had contacted Brandon Belt regarding a possible exclusive interview with our blog.
"What did you say?"
Me: "I said we were a new blog but that.."
Jamie: "Wait. Who is 'we'?"
Me: "The blog."
Jamie: "But it's just you."
Me: "Well.....yeah."
Happy Thanksgiving, from all of us here at 24 Days of Magic.
First off, Ian Kennedy's the best
Even though his team was worst in the West
The word for cool is "Chad Durban"
if you look it up in the dictionary that is Urban
Joe Blanton is kinda chubby
and my friend Becky wishes Cole Hamels was her hubby
What really I must truly ponder
Is how the Padres lost to Joe Saunders
Kennedy again, like the 60's, yo
Barry Enright's momma admits he's a bit slow
But what really must have left the Hairstons shook
is losing at home to Aaron Cook
Jason Hammel was next to whip
the lovable losable Padres ship
Finally the last was Jorge De La Rosa
Nothing rhymes with that. Seriously. I spent like 15 minutes on this. I'm stopping now.
Note:
Yesterday I told Jamie that I had contacted Brandon Belt regarding a possible exclusive interview with our blog.
"What did you say?"
Me: "I said we were a new blog but that.."
Jamie: "Wait. Who is 'we'?"
Me: "The blog."
Jamie: "But it's just you."
Me: "Well.....yeah."
Happy Thanksgiving, from all of us here at 24 Days of Magic.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Off-Season Preview Continued: Starting Pitching
This is going to be boring.
I think our starting pitchers next year will be the guy with two cy youngs, the guy who gave up zero earned runs in the playoffs, the other guy who gave up zero earned runs in the playoffs (because he didn't pitch...hee hee), the rookie who threw a shutout in the world series and didn't allow a runner to reach 2nd base, and the guy who had the lowest batting average against in the National League.
Is there some mystery here I'm not thinking of?
The only issue is in what order they are going to pitch. Notice how I did not dangle my participle. This is unlike a certain left-handed pitcher who dangled way too many participles last year, usually around belt-high. But I gramatically digress. Although I generally feel like going lefty-righty-lefty is overblown, I do understand why throwing three lefties in a row might be stupid. But at the same time, maybe it's fiendishly clever. Or rather, maybe fiendishly clever at the same time it is. I totally nailed that sentence.
Think about it.
You're a boring National League Team. Maybe the Pittsburgh Astros, or the Milwaukee Reds. You are playing the Giants. And guess what? You missed out on Timmy and Matt Cain! Nice work! Completely makes up for the fact that you've had 18 straight losing seasons or you've been rebuilding for like 6 years now or you have three good hitters and no good pitchers and you are forever associated with Bud Selig or you are formerly owned by a Nazi who once kicked your best pitcher off the team plane because he was injured and space was needed for the Nazi owner's stuffed dog.
So the first day, you face a lefty who throws 92, occasionally walks five people in a row, but is completely unhittable. And then the next day you face a lefty again so you're thinking hey, this is great. I'm comfortable now. But he throws 94, never walks people, and has a nasty slider. And then in game 3 you face another lefty, but this one throws 86, has a crazy curveball, and plays guitar.
I think Bochy should do it. He probably won't. He'll find some lefty to be the #2 starter instead of Cain and somehow it will end up being Zito. Or Rowand. Zito or Rowand. When you're CHAMPIONS OF THE ENTIRE WORLD, I guess you have to find something to complain about.
So that's our starting five. We're like a national championship college basketball team and we have everybody back. And nobody is leaving early to go pro. And nobody got lured by an agent into a deal that involved Tim Floyd pulling up to a Rodeo Drive coffee shop in a black escalade and handing an envelope stuffed with cash to an associate of rap mogul Master P. I think I got that story right. Checking....and....yep, nailed it.
Important 24 Hours of Magic News:
Today, this blog received a page view from somebody in the Netherlands. This is highly momentous. And while I'm trying to figure out why somebody in the Netherlands would read this blog, or accidentally trip on it (you can't even find it if you google "24 days of magic andy giants weirdo way too into the giants semi-amateur blog thing"), I do want to give a shoutout to the great country of Holland and to this great person who read this blog.
Next up: The bullpen
Then: The lineup
Then: Hmmm. Will it be April at that point?
Today's Poll Question:
What was that Dutch guy/girl googling?
A) 24 Daays oof Majik
B) Waarom is Barry zito zo betaalde?
C) Mat Latos is enigszins van een verliezer en ziet iets Nederlands, ik schaam me te zeggen
D) Uh. Soccer?
I think our starting pitchers next year will be the guy with two cy youngs, the guy who gave up zero earned runs in the playoffs, the other guy who gave up zero earned runs in the playoffs (because he didn't pitch...hee hee), the rookie who threw a shutout in the world series and didn't allow a runner to reach 2nd base, and the guy who had the lowest batting average against in the National League.
Is there some mystery here I'm not thinking of?
The only issue is in what order they are going to pitch. Notice how I did not dangle my participle. This is unlike a certain left-handed pitcher who dangled way too many participles last year, usually around belt-high. But I gramatically digress. Although I generally feel like going lefty-righty-lefty is overblown, I do understand why throwing three lefties in a row might be stupid. But at the same time, maybe it's fiendishly clever. Or rather, maybe fiendishly clever at the same time it is. I totally nailed that sentence.
Think about it.
You're a boring National League Team. Maybe the Pittsburgh Astros, or the Milwaukee Reds. You are playing the Giants. And guess what? You missed out on Timmy and Matt Cain! Nice work! Completely makes up for the fact that you've had 18 straight losing seasons or you've been rebuilding for like 6 years now or you have three good hitters and no good pitchers and you are forever associated with Bud Selig or you are formerly owned by a Nazi who once kicked your best pitcher off the team plane because he was injured and space was needed for the Nazi owner's stuffed dog.
So the first day, you face a lefty who throws 92, occasionally walks five people in a row, but is completely unhittable. And then the next day you face a lefty again so you're thinking hey, this is great. I'm comfortable now. But he throws 94, never walks people, and has a nasty slider. And then in game 3 you face another lefty, but this one throws 86, has a crazy curveball, and plays guitar.
I think Bochy should do it. He probably won't. He'll find some lefty to be the #2 starter instead of Cain and somehow it will end up being Zito. Or Rowand. Zito or Rowand. When you're CHAMPIONS OF THE ENTIRE WORLD, I guess you have to find something to complain about.
So that's our starting five. We're like a national championship college basketball team and we have everybody back. And nobody is leaving early to go pro. And nobody got lured by an agent into a deal that involved Tim Floyd pulling up to a Rodeo Drive coffee shop in a black escalade and handing an envelope stuffed with cash to an associate of rap mogul Master P. I think I got that story right. Checking....and....yep, nailed it.
Important 24 Hours of Magic News:
Today, this blog received a page view from somebody in the Netherlands. This is highly momentous. And while I'm trying to figure out why somebody in the Netherlands would read this blog, or accidentally trip on it (you can't even find it if you google "24 days of magic andy giants weirdo way too into the giants semi-amateur blog thing"), I do want to give a shoutout to the great country of Holland and to this great person who read this blog.
Next up: The bullpen
Then: The lineup
Then: Hmmm. Will it be April at that point?
Today's Poll Question:
What was that Dutch guy/girl googling?
A) 24 Daays oof Majik
B) Waarom is Barry zito zo betaalde?
C) Mat Latos is enigszins van een verliezer en ziet iets Nederlands, ik schaam me te zeggen
D) Uh. Soccer?
BREAKING NEWS: GIANTS SIGN AUBREY HUFF TO 2-YEAR, 4 BILLION DOLLAR DEAL
Year 1: 10 million
Year 2: 10 million
Year 3: Either 10 million or Giants buy him out with 2 million opt-out.
This is good (Rally Thong is back!), bad (that's a lot of money to pay a guy who had one good year), and not unexpected. Huff and the Giants wanted each other. Huff wanted a lot of money, and Sabean likes to pay people a lot of money.
What did I just write, 85 words? That'll be $30,000. I accept paypal.
Year 2: 10 million
Year 3: Either 10 million or Giants buy him out with 2 million opt-out.
This is good (Rally Thong is back!), bad (that's a lot of money to pay a guy who had one good year), and not unexpected. Huff and the Giants wanted each other. Huff wanted a lot of money, and Sabean likes to pay people a lot of money.
What did I just write, 85 words? That'll be $30,000. I accept paypal.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Matt Cain is Gangsta
The best Sabeanic responses to my poll question are included below with some commentary. None of these, by the way, measures up to the text I got during Game 2 of the World Series which read, simply:
Matt Cain is Gangsta.
"Let Huff walk. Resign Uribe for 3 years. Start Belt at 1B. Trade for Uggla, trading Wheeler if necessary, but not Culberson. Resign Ross. Lineup = Belt-1B, Sanchez-2B, Uribe-SS, Uggla-3B, Ross-RF, Rowand-LF, Torres-CF, Posey-C. Rotation: Lincecum-Cain-Sanchez-Bumgardner-Zito. A little bit of future pitching for hitting. Scouts love Wheeler, but he had an uneven year and his trade value is likely at its highest. He might be a Marlin stud or he might flame out and go by the way of Alderson. This leaves Panda as the odd man out, but Belt could be moved to RF (usurping Rowand) with Panda taking over at 1B if he gets his act together."
Ok. I like it. Sorta. Two problems. One, Uggla is already gone. Two, it involves Aaron Rowand in the starting lineup. And besides, Bochy already has demonstrated that when Torres and Rowand both play, Rowand plays CF despite Torres' unbelievable UZR. Bochy thinks UZR is a futuristic robot that will shine his shoes. Good knowledge with the whole "trade Wheeler but not Culberson." Of course, I could throw in some random names and pretend they are Giants prospects and nobody would know. "Trade Hackensack, but do NOT trade Ninnybooboo. He is absolutely tearing up the NDWL." See? I even made up an entire minor league: The North Dakota Winter League. I dare you to prove it doesn't exist.
first order of business: sign David Eckstein
I like it! As the old saying goes, "if you can't beat them by more than 2 games despite the fact that their 2nd best hitter is also their 2nd best Hairston, um, join them?"
If I were Brian Sabean (and I think we can all be glad that I am not), I would take the following actions over the off-season: First, I would pay Brian Wilson's playoff beard a ludicrous amount of money to play in the outfield, thus leaving Jayson Werth no choice but to stay with the Phillies. Further, I would start giving Bustey Poser, er, excuse me, Buster Posey, hormone injections so that he would hurry up and hit puberty already. Finally, I'd probably make sure to give Tiny Tim a hug every time he came into the room. Why? Because he'd either be totally into it and get all excited about hugging me because he's just a whippersnapper who needs to be hugged every once in a while, or (even better), he'd be totally weirded out by it and get increasingly uncomfortable every time I walked into the room and started heading in his direction.
Oh, and I'd get Pat Burrell to pluck his eyebrows to a reasonable size, because DAMN.
Um. This is what happens when you put a Phillies fan on your list. But this is a Phillies fan with a West Coast sense of humor. I like it. An east coast sense of humor would be a sign that reads "Hippy trash!" A west coast sense of humor is a sign that reads "NOBODY boos Santa Claus!" Insanely unfair generalization over.
If I was Brian Sabean I would lie in wait. Knowing how in sports, everyone tries to emulate the latest winner. If you win the super bowl with the west coast offense, every team will implement the west coast offense the following year. In this case all the baseball general managers will see how the Giants won with a sucky offense and will dump their best hitters in order to try to replicate the Giant's success. Sabean should be able to pick up these good hitters on the cheap. The other trend that will become very popular among managers is to not play your highest paid players. All this should work out very nicely for the giants next year.
This one is fiendishly smart. I like it even more than the signing Eckstein idea. Albert Pujols...7 years, $500,000 per. Come on down! Put on some orange and black! Oh, and stop going to Glen Beck rallies. Thanks.
Finally, and this is a longshot and risky: if the Panda doesn’t look like he is making progress in the offseason, and if Runzler looks like he can be a viable member of the rotation, consider packaging the Panda and Jonathan Sanchez for a young, healthy, good all-around SS or 3B, if one of them becomes available in trade.
This was this person's 7th point, and his first 6 were all right on. I like this deal. I would do it for Evan Longoria. And now that Tony Parker is out of the way, the marriage that God intended is now finally possible:
Evan and Eva Longoria. First couple of the San Francisco Giants. Be still, my heart...
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
The Outfield. Schierholtz. Velez. Rowand. Done.
The responses to my interactive poll question are still coming in little by little, so we'll hold off on getting into that. First a quote from my friend Marcus.
"How much does it suck to be Dan Uggla? First, your name is 'Dan Uggla.' Then you get traded for Omar Infante."
Also he made 5 errors in the 2009 All-Star game. FIVE.
Hold on. Ok, 3. Apparently he made only 3 errors. But it felt like five.
Hold on. Apparently it was the 2008 All-Star game. This is why nobody pays me to do this. I'm not nearly as smart as these guys:
Baseball Tonight's Predictions: 2010 San Francisco Giants
 Ravech 3rd in NL West |  Olney 3rd in NL West |  Kurkjian 3rd in NL West |  Valentine 3rd in NL West |  Boone 3rd in NL West |  Showalter 4th in NL West |
Anyway, I'm ready to discuss our outfield. Oh the possibilities....
Now THAT's an outfield.
LEFT FIELD:
Andy's World: Uhhhh, Cody Ross? Or Pat Burrell. Or Carl Crawford. It all depends on money.
Sabean's World: Mark DeRosa
Projected: DeRosa/Ross/Burrell
Burrell's World Series seems to have seriously reduced his stock value which is great. If I could go back in time, I would extend the world series another 3-7 games so Burrell could strike out another 26 times. How easy we forget he slugged over .500 for the year while Cody Ross was sucking it up nightly. But now Ross is ready to command big bucks because Roy Halladay is a cy-young winning goober who threw him two bad pitches while Burrell is being talked about as a trash-heap pickup.
Carl Crawford...how much are we talking about here? How long is he going to be fast? Thinkign about how much money it would take to get him hurts my head, but thinking about him hitting the ball into triples alley is pretty exciting. I'm doing it right now....ooooh, nice swing. Run and get that Andre Ethier! Run! Oh don't let Matt Kemp get the ball first. You're prettier, Andre. Hahahahaha. Sighhhh.
I like DeRosa. I like him so much I forgot about him when I did my infield predictions, which is why I don't get paid to do this, unlike these guys:
Baseball Tonight's Predictions: 2010 Los Angeles Dodgers
Ravech 4th in NL West | Olney 2nd in NL West | Kurkjian 1st in NL West | Valentine 3rd in NL West | Boone 2nd in NL West | Showalter 1st in NL West |
Wow. Nice work, Karl Ravech!
DeRosa has a lifetime OPS of .760 which, for those of you not well-versed in baseball stats, means he is to baseball as General Franco was to dictators. There are better dictators. Much better. The guy in Rwanda isn't bad, as far as dictators go. His people love him. He won 99% of the vote in the last election. But there are also worse dictators. A few anyway. Eugenio Velez jumps to mind.
Poll Question: If Eugenio Velez was a dictator, what country would he rule?
Bonus Question: How silly would his Presidential Hat be?
DeRosa is a super sub, but I can see him getting a crack at the starting job unless our 3b/ss plans fall through in which case I see him playing one of those positions.
So I think we resign Ross, resign Burrell, don't even come close to getting Crawford, and probably have a different left fielder every night. Which is better, I guess, than having Barry Bonds at age 43. I hear he's available, actually.
Center Field
Sabean's World: Andres Torres
Andy's World: Andres Torres
Projected: Andres Torres
Thank God, too, because this email is already too long.
Right Field
Sabean's World: Cody Ross? DeRosa?
Andy's World: Jayson Werth or Brandon Belt
Projected: Cody Ross
Jayson Werth is...um....worth every penny. His nerd stats are off the charts. Plus 900 ops. Great VORP. Most pitches seen per atbat of any player in the bigs. Can we afford him? Probably not. But dont' tell me you'd rather have Carl Crawford and his career .780 ops and his non-immortal legs.
Now, assuming we can't get Werth, that means we have a few different options. We can play Ross. Some combo of Ross and Torres if Rowand is playing CF. Oh wow that sounds horrible. I got a better idea.
Hint. He's from Lufkin, TX.
And he's going to be awesome.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
"ROY" is French for King. Or Pancakes. One of those.
Buster Posey: Rookie of the Year.
And it's deserved. Heyward had comprable stats if you ignore the fact that Posey played two fewer months and played a much more difficult position, that his team won more games (I think 1 more), and that he managed the best pitching staff in the majors.
Congrats, Demps. You earned it.
Last night I watched the Warriors game and became nostalgic for my Giants. See, the Warriors jumped out to a 32 point lead. But then it was 24. And then 18. And then 14. And then in the 4th quarter, Detroit got within 10. And then 6. And then 2. And then they had the ball, with one last chance to win the game.
The Warriors won, of course, but the torture was unbelievable. Ahhhh, torture.
Everytime Detroit hit a 3, all I saw was a bases loaded double play by Panda.
Everytime the Warriors turned the ball over, Zito was walking in a run.
Everytime the Warriors turned the ball over and then Detroit turned it back over, Sergio Romo was loading the bases and then striking out the other teams' best hitter with a frisbee slider that somehow spun backward and forward in alternating universal-law-defying awesomeness.
And I was left with the feeling that all of us must admit our love of the torture. It made everything so much more....interesting.
Some randomness as I continue to delay my preview of our outfield in the hopes that Brian Sabean will sign Jayson Werth before I go through all the work of analyzing his pitches-per-atbat stat.
24 Days of Magic Goes Interactive
Our first ever poll question intended to generate responses instead of just making fun of David Eckstein:
If you were Brian Sabean, other than thank the baseball gods for making you a world champion despite your own foolishness, what would you do this offseason? I want 500 words or more. Or less.
I'll post the best responses (with attribution or not) in my next email.
And now please excuse me so I can go see if Angel Villalona has a facebook page. He what? Hmmm. Excuse me so I can so see if Zach Wheeler has a facebook page.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Fun Friday
We have some business to take care of;
2011 Giants Preview Continued:
CATCHER:
They finally made a Buster Posey statue!
Ok, now that that's out of the way, we can have fun on a Friday afternoon. The outfield can wait until next week.
-There is no website called www.LetPandaEat.com. I am ready to go purchase that domain name but then I'm not sure what I would do with it. I don't really know how to make a website. Any computer geniuses out there want to help me? I'll pay you....in rally rags. I have like 7.
Ok, here goes. Without further adieu. The best 5 Giants regular season games of the year. Enjoy!
Oh wait. The video playlist on MLB.com only goes back to mid-August.
Ok, the BEST 5 GIANTS GAMES OF THE YEAR (after Aug 20)!
5. Giants vs. Rockies. September 1
4. Giants vs. Dodgers. September 4
3. Giants vs. Rockies, September 24
2. Giants vs. Rockies, September 26
1. Giants vs. Padres, October 3
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Let Panda Eat!
2010-2011 Offseason Preview: The Infield
Alright, let's do this. The 2011 Giants infield will be:
3b: Buster Posey
SS: Buster Posey
2B: Buster Posey
1B: Gerald Demps "Buster" "Trips" Posey III
Cool. Moving on to other subjects...
Ok, fine, I'll discuss this seriously.
FIRST BASE:
Projected: Aubrey Huff
Sabean's World: Aubrey Huff
Andy's World: Aubrey Huff
Intriguing Other Options: Brandon Belt, Adam Dunn, Buster Posey
Let's start at 1B, where the Giants are interested in re-signing Aubrey Huff and Aubrey Huff is interested in resigning. We want his plus 900 ops and his rally thong, and he wants our sourdough bread and sensational chinese food. It seems like this is a good match, although there should be some consideration for the fact that instead of $3 million a year, Huff Daddy is going to want like $10 million a year. And multiple years. And more bread. Money doesn't grown on trees, Aubrey.
The problem with winning the world series is that all your mediocre players become stars. Huff is the exception in that he isn't really mediocre, at least not this past year. His numbers were legit. But can he maintain that? IT doesn't matter. Sabean will pay him. Aging veteran with inconsistent career numbers equals Brian Sabean whipping out the check book and writing a reasonable number on the check and then adding like 5 zeros.
Adam Dunn is intriguing only in that Huff will probably demand Dunneque money, so we might as well just get Dunn himself. We can require he bring a thong. (BYOT) Somehow I see him going elsewhere, though. Somewhere east-coastish. Posey is not a joke as a possible 1st baseman, as the Giants look to preserve his legs. But I think they have to ride him out as a catcher for another couple years until they can find a suitable replacement. Can you imagine Eli Whiteside in the lineup 6 days a week? You can? Really? Has he gotten any, you know, hits yet? Keep me posted.
Brandon Belt may or may not be ready by April. I think he's ready. I just asked him if he was ready, and he said "born ready." And my friend Ian found him on facebook and reported that he likes "Fried Green Tomatoes" and "when you dont' have to say I love you because you say it with your eyes." He should really take that down before Brian Wilson sees it.
Huff.
2b:
SET: Freddy Sanchez
Woohoo! another year of Freddy! He's going to play great defense! He's going to hit like almost .300! He's going to have an obp of almost .330! And he's going to bat 2nd! And he's going to give his kids the same haircut he has!
SS
Projected: Juan Uribe
Sabean's World: Juan Uribe
Andy's World: Juan Uribe
Other Intriguing Options: NONE. THERE ARE NONE. IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT SIGNING JJ HARDY, I WILL STOMP UP AND DOWN UNTIL YOU STOP.
Uribe should be coming back, though like Huff, for more money and more years. At least we don't have 31 million already devoted to Aaron Rowand and Barry Zito! Sigh. But Uribe deserves it because he's awesome and because most shortstops in the majors suck. None suck more than JJ Hardy. When JJ Hardy signs with some team other than the Giants, I will be throwing a party. You are all invited. We will watch clips of his 2009 season with the Brewers in which he was demoted to the minors in June after hitting under .200. We will eat pretzels. And we will eat the local food of whatever team signs him (please let it be the Reds...I love coney dogs).
3B
Projected: Pablo Sandoval
Sabean's World: Pablo Sandoval even if he wont admit it
Andy's World: Pablo Sandoval
Other intriguing options: Um....Uribe? Then who plays short? Who? NOOOOOOOOO! Not JJ Hardy!
You know how they have shirts that say "Let Timmy Smoke"? Well, that's not really my thing. I want my own shirt that says "Let Panda Eat." See, the Giants are a bunch of haters, tryng to tell him to lose weight and not suck so much next year. But they don't really get it. Only when Kung Fu Panda gains another, say, 57 pounds and yet becomes more athletic in the process can he truly become truly Panda-esque. Sending him to diet camp will only make him sad. We need a happy Panda. Because the alternatives are scary.
JJ Hardy career slash line:
| 263 | .323 | .423 |
Pablo Sandoval Career Slash Line:
| 305 | .356 | .484 |
That's right. He's a career .300 hitter. You got a bunch of career .300 hitters lying around somewhere, Sabean? Please let us know if you do. Because they weren't in our lineup last year, so maybe you should let them out of your basement?
So that's my infield of choice: Huff, Uribe, Sanchez, Sandoval.
And here's my offseason food of choice for Pablo:
PICTURE OF THE DAY:
Rachel watches the Giants clinch
That look is translated as: "Did they really not blow it?"
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Why I can't start, or stop, reading about the Giants
The Giants won the world series.
I can't stop, or start, reading about it.
What I mean is, the awesomeness of this event is unparalelled. Don't believe me? See this handy chart:
AWESOMENESS LEVELS
You got caught texting naked pictures of yourself to a sideline reporter: 0
You ARE the sideline reporter: -500
You are sitting at home thinking about eating nachos when you remember you have chips, cheese, olives, sour cream AND a live-in servant/chef: 12
You were born in Kenya, raised in a mosque in Syria, and yet you convince a bunch of ignorant whities that you're really a good American christian and they elect you president: 18
You just won the Arkansas lottery: 21
You just won any other lottery: 38 (rim shot)
You're a Giants fan. It's 2010. You're alive: 189,395,056.7
So you'd think I'd be excited when a 36 page orange "Giants Championship Edition" of the SF Chronicle arrived at my house on Sunday morning. I was not. I can't read all that. 36 pages? It's....too......much.
It makes me want to retreat back into myself, where I can hold onto the Giants' World Series Championship in my own little personal Giants world where nobody else intrudes. The Giants are MINE. Go away.
I mean, I can't read another article on ESPN.com about how scrappy we were, or how great the fans are, or how they really cobbled together a bunch of cast-offs, or, the new favorite, how we managed to win despite the idiocy of our general manager. Google Michael Tucker/Brian Sabean and let me know what you find. It's true. Do I want to read about it? No. I want to go lie down and....I don't know...maybe watch the Warriors or something. They're so simple.
I WOULD watch the DVD if it ever came out. Every day I go to the mailbox and yet it never shows up. It will probably show up under our christmas tree next to a Giants tie, a Giants commemorative pooper-scooper, a Giants personal planner and a cd entitled "Andres Torres' favorite gospel sounds."
Tomorrow I will delve into free agency. I will talk about Aubrey Huff and Juan Uribe and Carl Crawford and Jayson Werth and we will have fun talking about the 2011 Giants. Today, I offer the lament of a man who has achieved the ultimate happiness only to find that it has left him overly saturated and feeling slightly tired. The lament of a man who in July would spend 15 hours perusing every major online baseball website in the hopes of finding a single article about the Giants and who now cannot open ESPN.com without reading about Matt Cain's curveball. Yes! I know! It's very effective against lefties! Now go back to talking about the Yankees so I can be mad agai....wait...hold on, what are you doing. Stop that. I don't care if Andy Pettite is coming back. I don't care if Mariano Rivera is now older than the speed of his cutter. Why are you ignoring us! We're world series champs! TALK ABOUT US! Cliff Lee? He's a schmuck! He should go pitch for the Royals! Who cares? Talk about the rally thong!!!
Donations to my medical fund can be sent to my home address.
Here's how I'd like to immortalize the 2010 team. Very simple. A picture of me after Game 6 of the 2002 world series. A picture of me after we won it all. Side by side. Actually in both pictures I'd be holding a pillow and looking like i'm about to get hit in the head with some old lady's walker. But if you look really closely, you can see the difference.
But if I ever get down, I just remember this moment:
"Uribe swings and lifts a fly ball to right, Werth drifting back....back.....to the warning track, TO THE WALL...ADIOS PELOTA!"
Never gets old.
And if I had known how it was all going to end, I would have yelled at Ryan Madson: "Hey Ryan! Commemorate THAT!"
But at the time, I was too busy picking pieces of the pillow out of my mouth.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
International Giants Week
I don't know if you heard, but SAN FRANCISCO GIANTS 2010 WORLD CHAMPIONS
I still can't believe we got past the Padres!!
It's incredible how this championship changes our mindset as Giants fans, and maybe even as people.
For instance....
It's Monday night. The Giants are champions. I'm watching tv like everyone else when the news flashes across the screen that the Giants victory parade will be Wednesday at 11am and will follow the route taken by the Giants when they arrived in San Francisco in 1958. My first reaction is that I want to go.
My second reaction is....wait. Somebody planned this parade before the Giants won the world series. SOMEBODY PLANNED THIS FREAKIN PARADE BEFORE THE WORLD SERIES WAS OVER.
I'm going to kill this person. I'm serious. I'm not joking. Somebody better hold me back, because I'm going to find this person and I'm going to get myself sent to Pelican Bay. How dare this person do that? How dare they! I'm going to stab them with an icepick, I'm not even joking.
But then it hit me. We won. It doesn't matter. It will never matter again.
Ha. Whew. Anyone need an icepick?
The parade was fun, and HUGE. My favorite part was the sense I got that the Giants players were truly overwhelmed by how big it was. And it makes sense, in part because they managed to clinch all 3 series' on the road. Jerks. Their celebrations were limited to a visiting clubhouse. Now they were partying with 1 million people and the depth of their accomplishment sunk in.
My second favorite part was Aubrey Huff yanking the rally thong out of this pants a la Zoolander.
My third favorite part was the entire crowd at civic center singing Don't Stop Believing, although they should have used the Giants version: "I had faith...and I had hope....and thankfully the Padres choked!"
Anyway, Gavin declared Nov 3 to be "Giants Day" in the city.
Buster Posey said "let's savor this for a month, and then get back to work and do it again" and then pounded the podium and walked off to huge cheers.
So the "Various Numbers of Days of Magic" blog is officially following suit.
This week (through next Monday), we will celebrate "International Giants Week" with its official seal below:
After which we will dive into the Giants offseason, which should be fun and much less angstful than before.
So celebrate, San Francisco. We did it. We finally, finally, finally didn't blow it.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
The Giants Are Champions of the World
2010 San Francisco Giants: WORLD CHAMPIONS
Marmol!!!!
How do you start writing this email? What begins it?
1989? 1993? 1997? 2000? 2001? 2002? 2003? 2004?
1962?
ESPN did a great job of correctly pointing out that this was not the first championship in 56 years for "The Giants". This was San Francisco's first world series championship EVER. The curse is over. The Rally Monkey is dead. The most incredible team of weirdos and creative peronalities and has-beens and bearded relievers has shocked everyone, including their own fans, and won the World Series.
I don't know if this makes sense to non-Giants fans, but I truly did not believe I would ever see the Giants win a world series. And I'm pretty young. So last night, when Brian Wilson struck out Nelson Cruz, an entire paradigm in my life shifted. Sports stopped being a source of pain that I stupidly kept turning to for entertainment and started being an inspirational source of excitement that has brought me closer to a lot of people in my life who fell in love with this team the way I did.
But this email will not be gushy. This email will be celebratory.
Ahem.
Unbelievable.
The season started with Tim Lincecum winning and Brian Wilson closing, and it ended that way.
We started the season by beating Roy Oswalt, and ended it by beating Cliff Lee.
At the half-way mark, we were 41-40. We finished 51-30, and then went 11-4 in the playoffs, incluing a 6-2 mark on the road.
We beat Cliff Lee twice, Roy Halladay, Roy Oswalt twice, Cole Hamels, Derek Lowe twice, Tim Hudson, and CJ Wilson. And Joe Blanton. WE BEAT JOE BLANTON.
I cannot write this email any better than by relaying the text messages I got last night, which began around the 7th inning:
"Dude, I'm trying not to get ahead of myself but I'm about to lose my mind."
"Oh."
"My."
"GOD!!!!!!" (Renteria)
"F$%^ Yeah! Sit down, Bengie!"
"I can't take this."
"3 more outs OMG"
"You could always watch Monday Night Football. Hey if they win will you root for the Bills this year....to win a game?!"
"MARMOL! CONGRATULATIONS!!"
"I will never forget this moment."
"Too much. Congrats, dude. Much love."
"Scott Speizi-who?"
"The hippies just (CENSORED) George Bush. This is a great day."
"Walking home - Irving St is shut down mobbed with people celebrating...I got sprayed with beer."
"What should we buy your great uncle Frank for Hannukah?"
Wait, that last one wasn't supposed to be in there.
Brian Wilson, interviewed after the game, said that he thought Renteria should be the series MVP. When told that he WAS the series MVP, Wilson responded "look at that, I'm an oracle."
You're an oracle. You're a (weird) prophet. You finished the division clinching win, the NLDS clinching win, the NLCS clinching win, and the World Series clinching win. I love you, Brian Wilson.
I can't write any more because I"m too jumbled and I have to go back to work since I'm taking tomorrow off to go to the parade.
I'll finish with one last text, sent by me.
My friend Julia, who is only 13, is probably the biggest Giants fan I know. Last night she texted me and said "my mom might let me go to the parade."
And I replied:
"I'm going to the parade. You're going to the parade. The Giants are champions of the world."
Monday, November 1, 2010
Wherein Andy Beats KNBR With A Large Stick
Giants 3, Rangers 1
I woke up this morning feeling good. Madison Bumgarner had made the Texas offense look silly. Buster Posey and Aubrey Huff had hit long-overdue homeruns. None of my dogs had peed on my baby.
And then I turn on the radio, and the subject matter of the morning show was "should we root for the Giants to lose Game 5 so they can clinch at home?"
Are you freaking kidding me?
Hold still, KNBR. Stand right there. Now don't move. Ok, now who has a large stick?
Yesterday's game was low on the torture-meter, as was game 1 and game 2. All of which serves to lower our defenses, lull us into a false sense of security, and then........BAM.
Computer simulations probably give us a 90% shot of winning the World Series at the stage. But it was a 98% chance in the 7th inning of Game 6 of the 2002 World series. This is not over. Do I really have to explain that to anybody with a pulse? Come on. It's the Giants. You think we're going to just run away with this thing?
Sigh.
Yesterday started off badly. First it was Puff Daddy, then Lyle Lovett, then Dubya throwing out the first pitch and not giving me any room to make fun of him because, damnit, he has a good arm. Then the Giants got a runner on 2nd with nobody out and couldn't score him and then Bumgarner walked the first guy on 4 pitches, 2 of which were right down the middle.
Well, then something funny happened...Bumgarner became super duper really super hugely good at pitching. The Rangers got one guy to 2nd base the entire game and by the time it was over, Laura Bush was yawning and Barbara Bush was knitting. I don't know WHAT that little Ron Washington midget kid was doing, but somebody really needs to call CPS.
So now here we are. 1 win away. More than anything, I'm struck by how unreal it feels. The Giants winning the world series? Huh?
I told some friends that today could be the 3rd best day of my life:
1. Wedding
2. Birth of child
3. Today??
4. First time I ever watched olympic curling on television
But then I remembered that day Collin threw a complete game shutout, which pushes Rachel back to #3. So really this will only be the 4th best day in the last 27 years which isn't that big a deal
(Psssst. Here's the secret real list
1. Today??
2. Complete game shutout
3. Curling
4. Birth of Rachel
5. The Play. I was negative 10 days old but if you believe that life begins at coneception than I was 8 monts old plus change...The band is on the field! The band is on the field!
6. Wedding
Don't tell my wife!)
Giants. Look at me, please.
You've got a lot going on.
At least 5 people in the Northeast were watching you on television last night. You've got more sucky ex-presidents in attendance than have been together in the same room at the same time since the last time Bush and Clinton filmed a commercial after some natural disaster in Bangladesh. Cliff Lee is pitching. They're going to put champagne on ice in your clubhouse and every time Renteria goes down there between innings to drink unicorn blood to hide the fact that he's 567 years old, he's going to see it.
Bieber might show up.
So many distractions.
Hey, stop looking at Bieber.
Look at me.
Giants. Pay attention.
I need to tell you something.
Are you listening? Ok, you're ready? Ok.
ONE MORE WIN.
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