Showing posts with label season tickets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label season tickets. Show all posts

20 February 2012

OMFG! Spring Training!!!

© SB Nation Bay Area 2012
Alright, everybody. Take a deep breath... Hold it... Now let it out, slowly... There, doesn't that feel better?

Every year around mid-February, I'm consistently shocked by how shocked I am that fans get so damn hyphy for the beginning of baseball operations in Arizona. Seems like there's enough hunger among the faithful to rival a medium-sized third-world nation – or Detroit.

Obeying Newton's laws and taking advantage of today's 24-second news cycle, the beat writers come along for the ride, tweeting and blogging updates every time Brian Wilson blows his nose or Tim Lincecum ponders an In-N-Out run.

Today was a prime example, as Giantsland was rocked by news of Wilson throwing off a mound for 15 whole minutes, Charlie Culberson dropping a weight on his finger, and Ryan #Vogelstrong tweaking a muscle in his back and coming down with a cold.

It's enough to make you wonder: Does the media obsess over this stuff because we do, or do we obsess over this stuff because modern technology makes it so darn obsess-ible? I mean, accessible.

01 December 2011

Let's get real.

Photo © tanmanforlife
There's always a lot of talk on the Twitter thing about what it means to be a "real fan". Pissing contests erupting 140-characters at a time. Grown men whining back and forth like old married couples. Ladies behaving... well, rather un-lady-like.

It's getting fricking dangerous out there, folks, and the whole shebang has got me thinking: What exactly constitutes a "real fan"?

In the wake of the team's first title in 56 years, life-long Giants fans watched with trepidation as the park filled up night after night in 2011 with out-of-the-woodwork casual fans decked out literally from head to toe in their freshly-purchased World Champions-branded gear.

12 March 2011

The "Daily" 140: Cost of Doing Business

From @ButchHusky, 3:07 PM, 11 March 2011:
Quick poll of #STH tweeps: Did you pay the $400 in advance for all the 2011 promotional items? #sfgiants #bobblehead #wearableblanket
Inflation is a part of sports fanaticism. A small shift in the price of beef, and ten transactions later, we're paying $7 for something that only cost 25¢ to produce. For season ticket holders, it's just business as usual. Every year, we pay a little bit more for tickets, a little bit more for beer, a little bit more for garlic fries...

You'd like to think that winning a title would make your team magnanimous — and they've rewarded us with early entry to FanFest and special dates with #SFGTrophy. But we're also paying a few hundred bucks more for our ducats. We'll be rewarded with on-field celebrations and another great season of Giants baseball, but for a guy like me who's not exactly a Rockefeller, it'd be nice if they used this unique opportunity to cut us a break.

28 August 2010

129 down. 33 to go.


There was a moment when everybody thought Tim Lincecum was out of the first inning. He'd walked the first batter, then struck out a pair and gone to 3-2 to Chris Young. He threw a pitch that looked like a strike to a lot of people, but not to Dale Scott. So Young walked, and Tim hung a 1-2 changeup that Adam LaRoche drove deep into the drink in one of those interesting confluences of my fantasy players and the reality of the game — in the same instant, I got 3 earnies tacked onto my pitching staff, and a three-run homer's worth of points from my offense. I'm trying to remember why I ever drafted LaRoche in the first place. Probably because he was the best available first baseman in a round when I needed a first baseman. I certainly don't like the guy, and I usually don't draft guys I don't like. Bad strategy, I know, but we all have our principles, and who the hell would want Matt Holliday on their team, anyway? The elder LaRoche brother turned down multiple years and more money from the Giants than the D-backs ended up giving him on his current one-year contract. His reasoning? He didn't want to hit in our yard 81 games a year. Like any self-obsessed, ego-driven athlete, he was looking out for Number One's numbers. Only one problem with your philosophy there, Adam: You play a team sport, and your team is in last place. Enjoy it. Back to Timmy and the pitch of fate. If you ignore the three-run splash job, the kid had a pretty good game. It did look like he was sacrificing velocity for control with his fastball, but more power to him. His stuff is good enough to get outs at whatever speed he wants to throw it. Pitching is all about keeping hitters off balance. Timmy knows how to do that, and that's why I'm not worried about his future in the long term. It's the short term that concerns us all right now...
BTW...

> I've mentioned before that our season tickets are perched just above the opposing team's family and friends section. Well, let's just say it's never fun to be at the park for an embarrassing loss such as that, and it's even worse when you're sitting near the opposing pitcher's family...

> Fred Sanchez with another pair of hits, but he booted his way to his first error of the year. You read that right. Dude hasn't goofed in the field since coming off the DL in early May. I'd tell you the other Giant working on an E-less streak, but that would only jinx him...

> Buster Posey leaving a game is always a major story in a situation such as the Giants find themselves, so when Mike Fontenot came out to pinch hit for Busta Bust in the eighth, I nearly pooped my pants. Looks like day-to-day with a forearm strain. Everybody grab your rosaries...

> Made it to the Cove in time for the first pitch, a rarity of late. I remember when I used to consider it sacrilege to arrive late or leave early. At least I still hold to one of my principles...

War Zeets. Show me something...