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.
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