Spring Training Rewind: Tidbits From the Desert

 I can still feel the warm Arizona sun kissing my (spray) tanned shoulders now. It was only over a week and some change ago I was in the land of Spring Training watching our World Series Champion San Francisco Giants playing ball at Scottsdale Stadium. I brought my friend for her first time to Spring Training as she is a HUGE Giants fan and was pretty much my Giants homie all throughout the 2010 season. We had been talking about Spring Training since last season, not sure at what point of the season, but I just remember many nights talking incessantly about it.

I figured out this was my fifth time going down to the desert for some Spring ball. Usually I have friends down there that I can hang with because it's hard to get people that aren't huge fans of the game to rally and spend the money to watch baseball that doesn't really "matter" and to hang out with a bunch of drunken college students and sports nuts. Yeah, I'm not painting the prettiest picture, but once you get there you get it.

Angie and I decided many months ago that the time for us to visit would be around St. Patrick's day. The Giants had at least three games in a row at their home stadium, one of which was to be played on St. Patty's which was perfect! The first night we were down there we headed to a restaurant named NOCA. The Chef behind the counter's name is Christopher Curtiss and he and I go back..........way back. He learned his way around the kitchen and then some in San Francisco and wound up in Arizona showing all those chain restaurant pallets what good food really is. We had a wonderful, multi-coursed meal sitting at the Chef's counter which ended with cotton candy and three other desserts in which Angie exclaimed "I've never seen cotton candy for dessert!" Needless to say, it was a meal that won't soon be forgotten Chef Curtiss. Oh, and a side note, the Chef was sporting his trusty Giants baseball hat and a few days prior had just come off preparing, serving and hanging with SF Giants coach Bruce Bochy, General Manager Brian Sabean and other well known Giants and Major League staff at a private reception at Bochy's place in Scottsdale. Not too shabby and great insider knowledge that I love to know! Thanks Chris!

Next day was St. Patty's. As females, we had a lot of different clothing options to choose from, and you know, it was a big day and all so we had to choose wisely. Angie's boyfriend - tattoo, graffiti and graphic artist Joey had designed some simple script for shirts I wanted printed up. That was going to be the shirt I would sport on day 1 of Spring Training. Done. Angie also came equipped with tons of St.Patty's necklaces so we were prepared and that way, I wouldn't get pinched since no one would believe I was wearing green underwear. Done. Done. Off to the show we go.......well, not without a small hitch.

The night before, our humble Chef told us the game on St. Patty's was a night game. We had no idea and thank goodness he told us because we would have been the losers ready to celebrate the day of the Irish about 7 hours too early (but I guess it's never too early for real Irishmen and women!) So, on the 17th we got our taxi, like responsible young ladies and headed into Scottsdale . In the meantime, my friend from SF, who is also everyone’s favorite mascot, Lou Seal texted me to join him before the game (he had to work a few innings and wanted to get his Irish celebration on beforehand.) So off we go, pumped for our first game and to see our World Series champs take the field for the first time in 2011!! Woo hoo! Well our overly friendly cab driver JJ informed us the game started at 1......uh, it's 3:15 right now. Angie and I looked at each other and I think we both wanted to cry. Are you kidding me, we're 2 hours late to our first game....the St. Patty's game....but we're all ready!!! We're ready to root for our guys and feel the camaraderie of our friends - our fellow Giants fans!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taxi cab driver JJ calls a friend to verify the time of the game, Angie feverishly searched her Smartphone for guidance and a few minutes go by without any confirmation of anything.  By this time a million things are running through my head; I have accepted the fact that we're idiots and now we've missed our first game; why would Chris steer us wrong, and if he has, he's probably pissed that he's missed the game too. Ahhhhhhh! FALSE ALARM, JJ has found out the game is a night time game, "you're fine ladies." Geesh, ok, where's Lou hanging out?

The Blue Moose of course. What's the Blue Moose? Probably one of the BEST Giant's bars in Scottsdale , come to find out! We walk into the Blue Moose and it's decked ceiling-to-floor in Giants paraphernalia - filled with Giant's fans. We pony up to the bar to get some food and to start the St. Patty's day celebration and it wouldn't be St. Patrick's Day without being hit on by a true Irishman that has somehow found his way to the Arizona desert. Gave a big hug to Lou before his way to the stadium, downed a corned-beef sandwich with a side of tater tots and a chaser of Jameson on the rocks and now it’s game time!

We get to Scottsdale Stadium and it’s GREAT. Giant's fans everywhere. Get to our seats and they're fantastic! Just rows up from the Giants dugout, where, who could it be....WILL CLARK?! in the dugout...Wha?! He's my dude. Will Clark has been my FAVORITE Giants player since I was 7 years old and now I have the pleasure to stare at the number 22 for nine innings. What a treat!  

Throughout the game Angie and I yell "Will Clark!!" whenever appropriate, when he would hear us, he'd turn around and acknowledge the shout out. We made some friends in the stands with our love for number 22. They thought we were too young to know who that guy was, but I set them straight. Lou sported his St.Patty's jersey and greeted the fans in and around the stands for a few innings, and Angie and I sat back with our dyed green beer and took in the game. Oh, wait, I forgot to mention the 12 deep rolling d.bags that decided to grace our presence at that game. A gaggle of Dodger fans took a lap around the stands that night and had the crowd of over 10,000 people boo them all the way around. Thanks Dodger gaggle for another little hi-light to the evenings festivities. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

So what do you do on St. Patty's night after the Giants win? You go out with the Seal. The rest of our friends are over at the street party in downtown Scottsdale and we gotta get there, but we're too lazy to walk at this point. Hey, everyone, let's get a pedicab! That seems to be a really good idea. It is of course, until the guy tries to take a short cut and practically takes off Lou Seals left arm by ramming a garbage can and taking out Angie with a nasty desert bush (good thing I sat in the middle!) but we survived even though the poor pedicab dude had to walk our combined weight not quite the rest of the way to downtown.

After our eventful ride, we finally get to downtown where the party is and has been for quite some time (obvious by the sheer number of people stumbling around.) There's a rumor that my work husbands bachelor party (of 20+ guys) have been here or are still here but I'm not exactly sure. But alas, within the hour, we find them, or as the story goes, they found me and for the rest of the night I am the den mother who is keeping the 19-year-old bleached blond away from the bachelor even though she's throwing eye daggers at me from across the room. Sorry chica, I'm saving this guy's life for at least the next few hours and having a ridiculous time doing it.

As the evening comes to a close and I mingle around the bar a bit, meeting new people and hanging out a bit more with my friend Lou and our Giants clubhouse friend Brandon, a Panda comes walking into the bar......

 

And this my friends is why you come to Spring Training. People ask me all the time if I see the players out and I tell them it's not really a sure thing, but you may be able to spot a player or two, but really it's about the experience. It's about being with your friends and rallying around a sport you love. It's about the beautiful desert weather, rooting for your boys during the day, laughing the rest of the night away and maybe, just maybe, hanging out with a World Series champion by the end of your trip.

Random Notes-

Will Clark & Lou Seal signed Angies glove. What, you didn't think we were gamers?

Never go to a bar named Shady's twice. There's a reason why it's called that.

                       
I met a new gay named Tim. I would marry him if it were legal.

                       

Chills, Cheers, Rally Rag and a Flask for Good Measure

I had never been to a World Series Game before last night, Wednesday, October 27, 2010. I was serious that the baseball gods aligned and I was given two tickets to Game 1 of the World Series. So here’s my account:

Hopped on the bus round 2:30 p.m., don’t have the tix yet and still don’t believe that I’m really going, but had faith.

My stop was up, and headed down 3rd Street to the park

There’s that feeling…..after you cross Mission St. when heading to a game, you start joining fellow Giants fans as they start pouring in from other streets, parking garages, buses, etc. There’s just an unsaid unity as you walk to the ballpark.

A gentlemen on my left caught up with me, turned to me and said “You heading to the game?” with the enthusiasm of a 10-year-old but the face of a 46-year-old. “ Yes,” I said…….he replies “This is so exciting!” I replied “ It’s gonna be great!”……although I was still not sure if I was ultimately getting in.

I’m truckin’ along down 3rd street with intense focus and dodging casual walkers, ticket scalpers, and merchant vendors. I’m on a mission, don’t get in my way.

“Nice boots” I hear passing up a dude on my right. “Thanks” I say. Even compliments won’t slow me down.

Congested isn’t the word that does justice to what Willie Mays Plaza looked like an hour and a half prior to first pitch. It was a sea of beards, born again Christians, “Let Timmy Smoke” supporters, clowns, hippies, Ranger fans, cops, cameramen, reporters, and ME looking for my mom. Eeeek!

Walking all over looking for ma’……Found Her!!!! Thank god for the bright green backpack she decided to bring along. I had two requests for her and she came through; 1 bag of peanuts and some binoculars. Score…..she brought that and some other treats! Oh, and thank goodness she brought her camera because guess what, I whipped mine out to start taking photo’s and the battery died. GAME OVER.

We’re supposed to do the ticket hand off at 3:45…..it’s 3:40 and no word. I’m a little nervous.

3:47 – no word…….a little sweaty.

3:50 – There’s my Giant’s Fairy Godmother………and there are the two tickets! We’re in!

I’ve walked up the ramp from the Willie Mays gate a million times, and probably over a dozen times this season, but this time was completely different. It finally hit me as we passed up the first level, then Club level, that my mom and I were walking into a new element. This is the World Series. Holy Sh*&!

We finally get to our seats and the field is a mad house. Tons of media, lights, camera’s and there’s this funky camera they’ve anchored above the seats that’s basically on a zip line kind of apparatus. Fully controlled somewhere else in this madhouse.

I turn to my mom and ask “I wonder who’s singing the National Anthem?” She looks at me with a bit of a blank stare and says “Oh, I think I heard it’s John Legend.” WHAT!!?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW??????? JOHN LEGEND….THAT’S MY FUTURE BABIES DADDY. As soon as I heard this, someone could have thrown me off the View Reserved deck. I really could have skipped the game, watched Legend and died. WHA????!!!!!!!


The boys are filtering into the dugout and there’s Sergio Romo, or as my Giant’s homie and I call him, Garden Knomo (cause duh, he looks like a Garden Knome) is totally getting down in the dugout to whatever song is blaring over the PA system @ AT&T. These guys are ready to rock. I see Pablo, the Giants biggest cheerleader slappin’ high fives to his teammates. AWESOME! These guys are feelin’ it!!!!!!!!

And here it is, pre-game festivities, intro. of the WHOLE team, down to the locker room attendents, one of which has been a friend since I worked with the Giants back in 1999, National Anthem, courtesy of JOHN LEGEND, field length/width American Flag unveiling, fly over, fireworks – It was the first time I had real chills and it was AMAZING.

I’m not going to re-cap the game….you all watched it, but I will say that after the Bad News Bears first inning and then dragging Tony Bennett onto the field screwed with my emotions. My brain was trying to wrap itself around the fact that Lincecum couldn’t figure out where to throw the ball and get an out and that we couldn’t score any runs that first inning, my heart had sunk. Then I’m supposed to get all sentimental when Tony sang “I Left My Heart in SF” (which he sang beautifully for an 84-year-old, I’m serious folks.) I was really confused. I know people said it was the turning point of the game, but I’m still perplexed of the timing of it all.

I want to give a shout out to the dudes sitting next to my mom and I. One of the reasons I started Urban Baseball Chick was because I know a lot about baseball and the Giants. I love it. It’s mostly useless information that I spew or impart to friends, family, bar buddies and newbies when it’s warranted. Jason and David who were sitting next to me, Hawaiian natives, living in the Bay for about 3 years were jawing with me about the game and were asking me a ton of questions about the players and who was who which was fun. Totally re-confirmed why Urban Baseball Chick must exist. In return, they shared their flask of booze and offered to take photo’s of my mom and I with our camera. They were good guys havin’ a blast at the game and it was fun to impart Giants baseball wisdom to them. Good times.

Back on the bus ride home, several people were getting on board talking about the game, me included, chatting up about how GREAT Freddy Sanchez played! Love Freddy!! One of the stops along the way is right in front of the St. Francis which is where the Rangers are staying. As we approached, their team bus was parked in front of us and the guys and their families were walking off, heads down. I felt a tinge of sadness for them. But then I remembered that it’s only 1 game out of 7 and we have a lot more work to do and oh yeah, I’M A GIANTS FAN!!!! Suck it Rangers!!!!!

Smells Like Team Spirit

A funny thing happened to me during the years of 1999 up until early 2001 - I worked for the San Francisco Giants. I was determined to work for the team, but was too late to apply for an internship in 1998, so I called up a year later and was hired in the Promotions department. A season later, Community Relations.

Those years were truly magical and the team was great on and off the field. I loved working with Dusty and made some lasting friends in the front office. (Side note, the people that work for the Giants organization work extremely HARD. I don’t think people realize what a grind it is every season to work for a professional sports team. I know they do it because they love it, but give them some props. They’re not sitting around just watching games for shits and giggles, it’s a full-time job with the team being at home as well as away and in the off season. It never stops.) Ok, off my soap box and back to biznass…..

During my two seasons with the G-Men, I was around everyone’s favorite player, Barry Bonds. Yep, #25 graced my presence as we rushed around the dugout prior to games. Did he say hi? Nope. Did you look him in the eye? Hell no, he may crush you. Did his teammates respect him?In my opinion, nadda. Did the media respect him? Hmmmmmmmmm….jury’s still out. I was one of it felt like -1000 that disliked the whole Barry Bonds era. He was arrogant, self-absorbed and definitely someone that was not at all a team player. His “area” in the clubhouse had a leather recliner. He also had a television set-up complete with a play station from what I can remember. He pretty much had a whole row of lockers to himself, whereas the other guys were fine with the standard ONE locker. On top of the whole Barry trance that somehow grabbed a certain amount of people that just wanted to believe in something, Barry was chasing a record with some obvious help. ** That fact **was the icing on the cake for Barry who clearly lived a life not grounded in any kind of reality. It was nothing but the Barry show which lasted for years and it was pretty disheartening. It really had nothing to do with the team, it was all about Barry and home runs. I truly feel that era dampened the spirits of true Giants fans and the Giants.

Since his departure, the team has gone through changes and it seems like the 2010 season has had the right mojo. You’ve got a band of brothers who don’t quit. It’s not about one guy on the team and what he’s going to do the next time he’s at bat. It’s about supporting your pitching staff and your fellow team members. Check out Pablo Sandoval the next time you’re watching the game. That guy is the biggest cheerleader the Giants have down in the dugout. Or watch the way Aubrey Huff and Pat Burrell talk to each other before at bats. They are clearly in a bromance that I’ve loved watching over the past few months. Buster Posey, please, that guy plays catcher and first base and if Bochy asked him to, would probably pitch and be a great shortstop if we needed him. Andres Torres money. Freddy Sanchez who clearly has a case of A.D.D., runs the hardest after each hit no matter the outcome.

What I’m saying here is that we finally have a TEAM, not just a number to watch. We have guys that love this game and show it every time they play. Guys that don’t take advantage of the fact that they’re making millions because they’re out there 162 regular season games hungry to win. It’s a team that I’m finally proud of because this is what baseball and even what life is all about. It’s not about the hero, it’s about the little guys rallying together for a greater cause.

This has been a season of hard work. Every game has seemed to be a fight to win and to support the pitching staff. It's an exciting time for Giants fans because this is a team that only comes around once in a blue or rather orange moon. So wherever you are Barry, I hope you’re taking notes on how a real team works.