Big Things Going On
Big things are going on around here; I called Dish Network to reactivate my account, so as to procure Bay Area Comcast, those magical folks who bring the San Francisco Giants to their fans, most of the 162 games of the year. I think last season, there were a total of three Giants games not televised on some channel or another.
Could there possibly be any connection to the fact that Matt Cain just threw a perfecto, on June 13th, or that the Giants currently have shut out their opponent, four consecutive times? Let me think about that for a second. OK, time’s up. Yes and no would be the answer. Yes, there is a connection, because I am as amped as I am able to be, without tossing that “mania” term around, and yet have enjoyed listening to the games on the radio immensely, nonetheless.
The answer would also be no, because a stronger reason would be the upcoming 49er season. Before anyone has a coronary, allow me to assure you that my first love in sports is baseball. However, when the Niners open up their season, the Giants will still be playing, and hopefully that will extend into October as well. So the likelihood is that I would have started trying to “work something out,” long about the time my birthday rolls around in the beginning of September.
As it is, what we worked out, is that I have been able to work since the beginning of May, with my legs finally recovering from their fling with Ms. Lethargia, and only my knees remaining with which to contend. With the work comes the means to defray the cost of said DIsh Network. All is well with the universe. It took more than one call to accomplish the deed, but tonight at 6:30, I will be able to watch my first pre-game show of the season.
When I think back to opening days, both on the road in Arizona, and back home a week later against Pittsburg, I was traveling to Mendocino, and could only listen the the games on the truck radio. When Annie and I were up in Eureka last night, I got to take in Madison Bumgarner’s gem from our room at the Discovery Inn ($64.95 a night). I did not know for sure how to positively identify any of our three starting outfielders.
Maybe that is just a stretch, because I saw the footage of Gregor Blanco’s now-famous catch, which helped preserve Matt Cain’s perfect game, so many times that I did indeed recognize him when he came to the plate. But Melky? Pagan? Ryan Theriot? Joaquin Arias? Hector Sanchez? I need introductions and that seems awfully funny. It takes me back to the days of growing up on Fellowship Street, in SoCal, when the only baseball that was televised were the games between LA and SF, that were played in San Francisco. So in those days, the Dodgers and Giants played 22 times, eleven at each site. Of those eleven, maybe a half-dozen were on weekends, when I could have watched them. (Bedtime was always eight o’clock until I got out of eighth grade.)
Now I even recognize the ball dudes, who “guard” the lines from foul balls. And when I saw Amy Gutierrez last night, it was like old-times. She has established herself as a premier authority on the Giants, and obviously has an excellent rapport with the players and coaching staff. So much of baseball involves its characters and its character.
The drama that encompasses the sport during the grueling 162-game schedule, unfolds that much more vividly, when viewed via high-definition. And since I have established that my AT&T Park days are officially over, I look forward to my view from the bench, or couch if you prefer. I do not have to wait for the popcorn vendor, because I am an expert at popping corn the old-fashioned way, over a gas stove, and I do not have to drive to Larkspur any more, to take the ferry to the ball yard.
I am good to go, and there are big things going on. Now all we need to do is keep playing our brand of ball: stellar pitching, rabbits in the outfield and on the base-paths, sound defense, and a continuation of timely hitting to support the stellar pitching, to which I have already alluded. That should bring about the desired result: October baseball without me having to justify the cost of the Dish. Go Giants!